Walking in Fields of Gold
Seven years ago Ed and I tied the knot. I look at pictures of us from that fateful, hot, lovely day and I just marvel at our younger, thinner, newlywed selves.
Seven years and a lot of "for richer and for poorer" days, a lot of late nights with crying babies, a lot of long trips to visit our families with a van packed full of diapers and crayons and CDs from back in the days when we we bought CDs for ourselves.
Some weddings, some funerals, minor surgeries, lots of birthdays and packing moving boxes, unpacking moving boxes.
Through it all, my husband has remained steady, loving, and full of good humor. I wish I could say the same for myself when under stress and change. Many days I do feel like he is my "better half."
Two kids and seven years later, we are still together and making each other laugh and supporting each other through every single day, good, bad and everything in between.
When I hear tour wedding song "Fields of Gold" I can't help but get teared up and feel emotional about the refrain that reminds us about the summer day that we got married and all of the ups and downs we have shared together:Many years have passed since those summer daysAmong the fields of barleySee the children run as the sun goes downAmong the fields of goldYoull remember me when the west wind movesUpon the fields of barleyYou can tell the sun in his jealous skyWhen we walked in the fields of goldWhen we walked in the fields of goldWhen we walked in the fields of gold