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G & I are closing in on one year of marriage this week. One year. I am sort of startled its only been one year. Should I feel like its gone really fast because its been so great? Well, there have definitely been great parts, but its also been a hard year. I feel like part of what is going on here in Argentina is a slow healing of the parts of each other we have beaten up over the last year and a half. I catch Greg looking at me with a new something in his face—sincerity? Interest? Wholeness? And I know every once in a while my eyes happily catch something he does with a new appreciation for the man I fell in love with four years ago.

Maybe it’s being in Argentina. Maybe its speaking Spanish. I realized I was in love with Greg when I went to Guatemala four years ago. Is it being out of Juneau? Could it really be the sun? That feels superficial, on one hand, but healthy, on another. To remember that we are linked with the eco-system seems healthy.

We are breaking old patterns, slowly digging ourselves out of our finely-honed ruts. We are seeing each other with new light and it feels invigorating. Life-saving.