It was on a Sunday after church and lunch. We were walking down to the station in the 5 o'clock golden light and I wondered if I would remember this moment forever just for its sheer beauty. The day was simple enough and we weren't doing anything particularly special, but the light felt like a sacred gift.
So I asked J about sacred moments - what moments in our relationship had felt particularly sacred to him? He mentioned seeing me at the arrival hall when he came to Singapore for what has been the longest time. Everything was new (and frightening in that newness). The ache of saying goodbye to things at home was still there. But I was familiar and I was his reason to leave and to come.
I asked Jacob to tell me about our sacred moments throughout the week, and from Monday to Friday I got a voice message (on Saturday and Sunday I had the pleasure of the actual voice) bringing me back to our past. Lying under the supertrees in Gardens by the Bay, walking and eating breakfast by the creek in Washington, running through the fountain in Philadelphia, cycling for the first time together in Singapore, good morning kisses in London, picking blackberries in Wales...
I listened in awe, adding to his memory a whole host of moments from my own. This is our history (may it be a long one). This is our collective memory (may it be sweet, please bless it Lord).
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