We dipped stone wheat crackers in honey and ate straight from the jar. We lay in the sun in the garden and talked of work and books. We said 'yes and' a hundred times. We laughed until our cheeks were sore. We sat on the bathroom floor and cried together. We have come to know that every length of love will end in death. We tried to keep from slipping on rocks and barely missed the crash and splash of waves. Conversations wafted between rooms so that even while reading on the porch we could hear questions asked and answers given in the house, sketches of lives we wished we had photographs of. We crowded around tables. We danced. We colored. We embraced and now look forward to next year.