When Endings are Really Beginnings…

In Jennie's Kitchen | Love & Marriage

A kiss is not just a kiss. And in this case, a pen is not just a pen. Thirteen years ago today, we gathered with 31 friends & family at a brownstone in Chelsea to celebrate our wedding. Ink flowed from this pen, bought at KC Arts in Cobble Hill, Brooklyn, to hand address each of those invitations two months prior at a kitchen table in North Truro, where they were mailed so they’d have a Cape Cod postmark. It’s those little details that make a life.

Honestly, after 10 years I thought he’d never ask me to be his wife. I’d done quite a good job convincing him, and myself, I was not the marrying kind. Love is messy, too inherently transient, not necessarily in nature but in its ability to maintain and adjust expectations. Continue reading…

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