Tuesday, July 01, 2008

little star

Pointing his finger at the date of my last post, he says "you haven't blotched". Despite the lack of posts, one of the most faithful followers of this blotch, remains my husband. He's seen me through my worst self, adult acne, different dress sizes and he's still there. After 10 years of marriage and 17 years being together.

I marvel at this. I marvel at how anyone makes that decision to remain with one person for the rest of their life and remain true to that commitment.

The year was 1998. That year, Madonna had just given birth to Lourdes and she sang a sweet song about her called Little Star. I remember how he sang it to me all the time that year. And hearing that song again, I recall now, how I actually did it. Get married. He assured me that all he needed me to be, was me.

Never forget who you are, little star.
Never forget how to dream, butterfly.