365 days of aRt. DAY NINETY-SIX.

hope was born through your embrace
you loved her more than life
you kissed away her tears each day
and held her through the night

Blog about the piece:
As a newlywed, people often ask me about that one thing that has changed from single status to married. And for a while I said nothing -- things stayed the same, and there was little change. Heck, it seemed we prolonged the honeymoon months after; we loved each other, if not more, and maybe that was even the slight change that people were prodding for. Though now the hype has settled. Routine has made it's way back into our lives. And our universe, at the end of the day, is really just he and I (and our passions, friends, and family of course). But it's him, and it's me. And over the weekend, we made the absolute best of this little universe. We spent the entire day together -- at the apple orchard, sipping hot cider, carving pumpkins, and coming home to make a vegan dinner from scratch (we even dressed in our matching aprons, received as wedding gifts). We ignored the routine program of Sunday television, and instead enjoyed the company of the one we love. And maybe this is the change that accompanies marriage -- a little spontaneity and a little work, all for the one we love.