Marie and I went to Williamsburg today. We visited my wonderful grandparents. We shared a meal with them. Everything my grandfather said was ten times funnier than usual for the simple thought that Marie was experiencing it for the first time. I adored the way my grandparents said her name. It was as if she was already family.
We walked to the reservoir and sat on a newly built pier; perhaps it was built just for us.
We visited Colonial Williamsburg at night. I pretended in my own mind that we lived in another century. Each window of these ancient buildings held a candle, as if the eyes of the past, present, and future were watching us walk through our own unknowingness.
We stopped at a bench beneath an ancient tree beneath a more ancient moon. And there we pondered the other twin souls who might have stopped underneath this very tree throughout all its years. But the tree whispered its secret to us; that God had created him for the sole purpose of providing a special atmosphere for Marie and I on the night of December 17th in the final year of a millennium. And there the moon revealed it true purpose of creation, to shine on the two of us.
On the way home we drove through the Christmas lights of Norfolk’s botanical gardens.
Tomorrow night is our Christmas.
Each night is our birthday.