It would be difficult at best to squish a summary of this couple's journey into a few sentences. Let is suffice, or perhaps not suffice, to use one word. 

Addiction. 

The details around which their marriage began to unravel were complex, and after a shockingly short time life was in shambles. Add to the disarray the feelings and needs of several children, whose world had imploded before they even heard the ticking. 

And yet that inky landscape has become the background for stars.

While they were enduring it, the process from broken to rebuilt was excruciatingly drawn out. But looking back it is possible that sacrificing a tithe of their thirty plus years was not exorbitant. In the ratio of how long they expect to be together the number is even smaller. Incalculably so. 

This summer they found themselves in Europe. They asked a minister friend if he would be willing to renew their vows. On the side of a mountain. Because who wouldn't want to do that. Two of their children and their partners were there to witness, as well as a host of birds. 

In a personal and meaningful ceremony they recommitted their love to each other, and feasted on a meal created from the minister's family garden. Then the music began, with singing, guitar and a campfire. Just for fun they slept in a tepee, enjoying the sounds of the living hills. 

The next day they woke up with the sun and hiked eight miles into the peaks. With the wind at their backs they talked some, sweat a lot, were silent too. They turned to one another at the top and smiled. Below them was an expanse not visible from the bottom.