Wednesday, November 6, 2013

of an absence

Early this year—in February, maybe January—my writing group had a conversation about writing out of loss. All of us decided we were writers of loss. For me, this was easy to identify. Piece of cake. I can write out of loss all day long. Give me some real grief, and I'll just make something out of it.

This is all to apologize for not writing here. For not just not writing, but for letting my blog domain name expire. Shoot. It's okay. The blog domain name doesn't matter.

What does matter is that in February I was introduced to a guy named Brian. My friend said he was an architect and that he liked smart girls. The first time I saw his face, I thought: That is a good, very kind man.

I did not fall in love instantly, or even over the next couple of weeks and months. But, getting to know him provided a slow and then daily accrual of goodness and lightness and joy. And, so I did not write about it. Forgive me.
Because now we're getting married!

My cousin says she can tell he is "helpful and nourishing". Perhaps there was a time when this compliment would have been boring. But oh dear people, this is what it looks like in real life:
The other day I stopped by his house after a long day of printing at the studio. It was 9:30pm. I was starving—as usual. As soon as I walked in the door, he said, Can I get you something to eat? Oatmeal squares with bananas?  We talked about our day while he organized a bowl of cereal + fruit for me. His day was good. My day was good. I showed him a capital, italic "J" from the print I was working on in the studio. I told him how much I loved the fancy "J" and how I was sad there was only one in the paragraph. I told him I wished there was a way to get another "J" in there.  
Without skipping a beat he suggested, Jubilee.

Post Edit: Brian would like me to tell everyone that all he had to offer me was oatmeal squares. Also, "Jubilee" was not his first suggestion. It was allegedly, according to him, preceded by 3 or 4 other words and phrases—but, "Jubilee" is all I remember from that conversation :)

And: Thank you to my lovely friend Kristin for allowing Brian and I to tromp around in the gravel/dirt and Russian olive trees of Saratoga Springs while she took some photographs. More of her work here.


5 comments:

  1. Emily, you have a beautiful soul. Just wanted to let you know. I'm excited to follow your blog. I'm glad Clint introduced me too you and congratulations for the marriage.

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  2. I wondered what had happened to you, so when I saw your engagement on FB I understood. I'm glad to see a post though. I always love your words. :-)

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  3. I'm just so happy for you! You deserve all the happiness the world has to offer!!!

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  4. even after an absence, you are perfectly and genuinely lovely. As always.

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