I asked to know real Grace.
It is my namesake
and I have a feeling I need it.
I break things.
So I ask,
God, what can this mean?
Is it a name,
or a thing that lives and breathes?
Does it pardon me, or teach me that I’ve been wrong?
On Sunday mornings,
I believe that there is more to it than a church pew.
On other days, I am caught.
Between hospital beds
and the place where harsh words are said,
in that precarious, miraculous balance
I then feel it sustaining me.
It was my love for Led Zeppelin that made me impulse-purchase a really rad t-shirt right before I went to college. And it was the t-shirt that made Matt notice me from across the classroom way back in the day  when we were just two kids, trying to survive college and find someone whose music taste didn’t make us vomit. And it was those early spring nights when we listened to vinyls and cassette tapes and talked about we had in common that made us realize: there’s no one else that we’d rather rock out with than each other, forever and ever, I Do, amen…
[Engagement photo taken by this talented dude.]