Saturday, August 28, 2010

To My Husband Near our 13th Anniversary (an odd number)

I have always thought that we are equally yoked-
A good team.
You build and I paint.
You dig and I plant.
You trim and I mow.
You listen and I talk.
You carry and I bear.

I am learning that we are not equally yoked.

Not equally yoked, but willing to slow down, or speed up, or pull
To stay yoked.