Nineteen years ago, I awoke in a cabin in Yosemite, drove to a waterfall in the Northern Sierra National Forest, and married my best friend. It was he, I, 2 officiants, our planner, and our photographer standing barefoot in the waters running down the rock as we committed ourselves to each other.
We then drove straight to a bed and breakfast on Haight Street in the Haight-Ashbury district of San Francisco, where I walked barefoot with my $90 handmade wedding dress dragging along the sidewalks of Haight Street.
This daisy embroidery, with hand stitched french knot centers, lines the wedding dress that I have never washed. It contains all the soil gathered along the rocks in the National Forest. It is peppered with all the dirt from the concrete slabs lining the streets of an area made famous because of the change that grew there. It carries the dust from my own footprints as on that day I knew I had my partner.
It has not been a straight and easy path in those 19 years, but it always comes back to us. No matter what tragedies, triumphs or challenges placed before us, it has always come back to us. Happy Anniversary love.