A poem read by my good friend during my wedding (while he married us.) He really did understand how my husband I work when he picked this as part of the ceremony. Today, I get to put my arms down for a bit. For the past month Nate was going from hourly to salary and I had to carry us through on just my paycheck. He gets that first check today! A MARRIAGE By Michael Blumenthal You are holding up a ceiling with both arms. It is very heavy, but you must hold it up, or else it will fall down on you. Your arms are tired, terribly tired, and, as the day goes on, it feels as if either your arms or the ceiling will soon collapse. But then, unexpectedly, something wonderful happens: Someone, a man or a woman, walks into the room and holds their arms up to the ceiling beside you. So you finally get to take down your arms. You feel the relief of respite, the blood flowing back to your fingers and arms. And when your partners arms tire, you hold up your own to relieve him again. And it can go on like this for many years without the house falling.
Posted on: Fri, 14 Mar 2014 18:28:15 +0000
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