vows by Rachel Wagner

I am for a love that speaks its mind.

I am for a love that shivers in the winter, bringing hot tea in mugs.

I am for a love that weeps, laughs, shouts its surprise to have arrived at last.

I am for a love that sees itself in every puddle and every moon.

I am for a love that wanders hillsides, a love that sleeps on the beach at noon.

I am for a love that flutters on green vines, transformed and skittering.

I am for a love that finds you raw, rebuilds you, breaks you and promises all it can.

I am for a love that bakes pies.

I am for a life that lets my sons know I love them to the moon and back.

I am for a love that includes the ones who love long and the ones who wait for love too long. The ones who lose love early, and the ones who learn to love themselves. The ones who love beyond the two into the many, the community.

I am for a love that lets you cry.

I am for a love that makes cakes, sings songs, travels far, holds hands, creates new family, remembers loss, and walks together while the berries ripen, as they always do.

I am for a life that shows you all you are, the light you breathe, the way you hold everyone you meet inside your heart.

My wish is a lifetime of retreats into the hills and sands of wild places.

I am for giggles and sunshine. I am for mouths agape. I am for simmering inside jokes.

I am for promises of gardens, kept and green.

I am for holding all that came before with kindness.