Holy moly. A year ago we drove to a tiny clearing, Bruno Mars' Marry You filling the air with wedding chimes. We made impromptu vows, the Kina Grannis version of Somebody Loved played as I walked towards my beloved, carrying a fallen branch. Then we wrote on our paper rings and exchanged them.
Since then, we exchanged our paper rings for something a lot more shiny. A whole year (plus) of quarantine later; a global pandemic, a personal pandemic. Surviving looks different in different for different people. I'm grateful to be surviving.