Our wedding pictures, blown up to 12x14s, are pinned to the wall by the dining counter.
They’re there because at some point Burt wasn’t sure of who I was. This was a Visual Aid.
The problem was that at that point neither of us looked like we did on the day that we wed.
The photos were reassuring to me. I like the link to our history.
Burt was not focusing on the photos to find our connection.
In some metaphysical way, he knew I was his person even when he felt lost or alone.
We carry a touchstone of who we are to each other.
The pictures are just decor.
this is our life 