Our days charge forward, going faster than a blink. We have made it this far, allowing nothing to make us sink. The Little White Chapel, a vision in our minds. Twelve years of marriage, memories of the sweetest kind. This year changed so much, we stood up to our vows. In sickness we learned that we still managed somehow. When I said I do on the day we were wed, I want you to know I meant it, even on my deathbed. We climbed this far and we won't stop now. We know no matter what, we'll make it by the sweat of our brow. I am with you my love right at your side, still standing together taking our problems in stride. I deeply love you with my heart, mind, and soul. When we are together there is this tingle we both know. Happy anniversary sweet husband of mine. Here's a toast to happiness, as our souls entwine! Written by: S.Matheson 6/28/2006 |
As Our Souls Entwine. |
