Through the years we've talked about everything under the sun. These days, our conversations are different. They bring to mind the days before we married.
I can't wait.
Is this the right decision?
Do you think we'll make it?
I look past the crinkles and gray hairs and into the eyes of the man I love. He grabs my hands, which have somehow morphed into my mother's.
that God is good and He is faithful
that home is wherever the other is
that we are wiser, stronger
that 17 years together have forged a bond not easily broken
that we will survive.