Wing to Wing, Oar to Oar: 5 Years Later

On Friday we celebrated our fifth anniversary. It was somehow appropriate that this year, we spent it at home, with a man coming by to do routine maintenance on the furnace. We held babies, played with Maggie, folded laundry, and made bottles. It was, in a lot of ways, a completely ordinary day.

Then, a wonderful friend (and fellow twin mama) who lives down the street gave us a tremendous gift; a meal alone. She came down and watched the babies (after Maggie had gone to bed) so that Atticus and I could bring our take-out sushi and San Pellegrino upstairs for an anniversary dinner, complete with chocolate for dessert and music fit for slow dancing.

It wasn’t Paris, New York, or Chicago. It wasn’t even downtown Indy. But it was a completely perfect way to celebrate the life we’ve built together (with God’s infinite grace and mercy) these last 5 years.

(You think they knew what they were in for? Nah.)

Hope. Joy. Suffering. Blessings. Life.

At our wedding reception, Atticus’ dad, who was also the best man, read a poem during his toast; Master Speed by Robert Frost. In part the poem reads, “Two such as you with such a master speed

Cannot be parted nor be swept away

From one another once you are agreed

That life is only life forevermore

Together wing to wing and oar to oar.”

Wing to wing and oar to oar in Rome.

That basically sums it up.

I also heard this old country song recently and laughed out loud because it was just…perfect. Five years later, and its just another day in paradise.

The kids screaming, phone ringing

Dog barking at the mailman bringing

That stack of bills – overdue

Good morning baby, how are you?

Got a half hour, quick shower

Take a drink of milk but the milk’s gone sour

My funny face makes you laugh

Twist the top on and I put it back

There goes the washing machine

Baby, don’t kick it.

I promise I’ll fix it

Long about a million other things

Well, it’s ok. It’s so nice.

It’s just another day in paradise

Well, there’s no place that

I’d rather be

Well, it’s two hearts

And one dream

I wouldn’t trade it for anything

And I ask the lord every night

For just another day in paradise.

Just another day in paradise.