So i am supposed to write about something i love.this is not hard to find.but hard to write.i love my marriage.I love it because it was so hard to begin,because it was fraught with doubts and terrors.because i wanted a safe harbor and got a ship instead.One we had to build.I love it because it takes the me i thought i knew and throws me in the deep end of an ocean of light . Because it asks me to be humble. because it keeps me honest.And because it surprised me with its strength when i felt it would break becauseit stood firm and sailed and comforted me, i trust it the further out to sea we get..I love it because we decide its purpose and its path. every moment. every decision.its not a surety this ship,it can sink.We have to watch where we are going.we have to navigate rocks and whales and decide when to take a port o'call break.i love it because the man i travel with is human and real and not an iconof surety with iron abs but a man of self doubt, open heart, open mind,adventurousness inlife and scared to death.Because we captain alternately and well.we made it. out of nothing. just two people who thought maybe, just maybe therecould be enough to build with here if we poured out from our hearts the dark woodsand the sailcloth the maps and the riggings and the debris and the diamonds.We both had a lot of brass.you need brass to make compasses.