Our youthful passion would have scoffed at the deep belonging we now feel, the knowledge that our love is enhanced by, but not dependent on, the fire in our bones.
Although our wedding garments no longer fit, you are more exciting to me now than when we first joined hands at the altar. We have journeyed far enough together that even the wrinkles and silver-splashed hair are dear.
It is your essence that I love…the person you have become as, side by side, we battled our way through the dailies. Illness, tragedy and loss have transformed us into who we now are: warriors…overcomers!
Out of the churning cauldron of struggle has come the discovery that love is not just a feeling, but a decision.
Two rough stones when we married, we have polished and burnished each other, emerging refined and secure in the vows we made, cleaving only to each other.
Our love will endure, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until one of us gently lays the other into the arms of God.
- Anita Robertson
