Weeds
can survive anywhere. Sidewalks, gardens, even the middle of a busy
road. They grow everywhere in large numbers. Problem is that they have
weak roots. Their lack of foundation means they end up being ripped up,
washed away, or trampled easily. They rarely bare flowers or fruit.
Quantity over quality.
Trees
need more care to grow. They need the right light, the right soil, and
the right amount of water. Their roots run deep. Strong and powerful,
once established, they will grow for years. Some bear fruit, all provide
shade and homes for all sorts of critters. They survive the changing of
the seasons, adapting to each beautifully.
I
fell in love with my husband watching the trees survive a stormy
summer. Fresh green leaves would get ripped off their branches. Branches
ripped off their limbs. Limbs swaying and bending in the whipping wind.
But they survived, they thrived. They held on with their powerful
roots, burying them deeper into the earth.
A
few years later we married under a canopy of oranges, yellows, and
reds. The trees had survived the summer’s assault. Heat, drought,
storms. They lived through it all and were showing off. Their roots
tangled and entwined under our feet as we exchanged vows, as we created
our own roots.
Wednesday
is the eleventh anniversary of the day we became a couple. Storms have
come and gone, each one trying to rip us apart, pull us in separate
directions. But, our roots are strong. All tangled and entwined beneath
us. Holding us tightly together and to the earth.
The
weeds of our past are long gone. Blown away by a breeze or washed away
in a rain. Now, here, we have each other. A strong union, tended to with
deep love and care. It has grown and flourished. It has survived the
changing of the seasons and adapted beautifully.
Our roots are strong. Our love is deep. This is our home.
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