The Magic of Oneness

A tiny essay on marriage, magic and "one day."

One day you’re spending an hour getting ready for a date and the next, you’re sitting on the couch next to him picking apple out of your teeth. And walking by with a wax strip on your upper lip. And holding a light while he checks your stitches after giving birth to his child. And asking him if he can get that tangle out of your hair. And needing his assistance to properly get rid of a clogged milk duct (if you know, you know.)

But that is the magic in oneness. The long nights playing musical rooms with sick babies. The confessing of hidden hurts. The caring for one another after surgery. The million little darknesses. In those moments where you look at each other and think, “can you even believe it’s come to this?” That moment—the raw, the ugly, the hilariously awful—that moment carries more beauty than “one day” ever could.

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written in a dark room rocking a baby while he sat next door in another dark room calming another baby after nightmare. 10.9.2021