For Laine and Walker, eight days till their wedding.
Family members filling up the family room, finally together.
She glances across the group with understanding peaking out,
sneaking out, and showing up in her smile.
She knows him and his habits and his way of wondering why.
She has seen him weak and worried about where he’s walking.
She was there last night.
No one like her man. Many may imagine themselves to be mighty
but he considers not his courage. Silently strong.
Lighthearted talking and loudness of laughing,
but he feels her looking, that lady he’s loving.
He knows her and her habits and that wild wandering in her.
He has seen her breaking, beaten up by bad timing.
He was there this morning.
Others audaciously offer themselves as if it were obvious
but she’s subtle. She takes seeking.
He glances back across the group and understanding glows in his gaze.
Holiday happiness and full hearts around the hearth
and a wedding waiting for one more week only.
That understanding will thrive over time, then in thirty years
–in a family room filled with old friends and new faces–
they will think back on January and be thankful for this.