My wedding vows to you my love....
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I've tried to come up with the perfect words for this moment. Magical words. Moving words. Words that could clearly articulate the intensity of what I feel for you. And after many, many hours, I realized that there aren't any words that could ever truly capture all that my heart has to say. This is what I do know....
You are the most lovely man I have ever met. You are kind, loyal, honest, earnest, hard working, brilliant and ever so funny. You know all the songs in the Mary Poppins movie. You have, as no one before, captured and captivated all of me. You fulfill and complete me.
You are my biggest cheerleader and fiercest defender. In your arms, with your touch, I have finally found my home. The home that is my heart's safe harbor. All that has come before, that has led me to this place, led me to you, though often heart breaking, were necessary to teach me and prepare me for loving and being loved by you. There is nothing I fear knowing you will be by my side.
My life has become one full of promise. Robert, you are my Miracle on 34th Street and on this day as we become husband and wife, I make theses promise to you:
- I will stand by you always, no matter what is brought into our lives.
- I will look for the good in things, the silver lining, and see the world as you do, "glass half full."
- I will support your decisions even when I struggle to understand them.
- I will honor you as an individual, my husband, my lover, my friend.
- I will protect the you and I, that make the we.
- I will love you passionately with the hope that one day you will see yourself as I see you, perfectly imperfect in every way.
I thank god every day for bringing you into my life and I thank you for loving me.
Amy, I've been thinking of you everyday. Is it sick that I look forward to reading your blog everyday? I kinda think it is. My heart aches every time I read a new post. My eyes well up with tears and I feel sick. I guess I want to check-in on you and see how you're days are going.
ReplyDeleteI lost my brother to suicide when I was 18 and he was 20. The only reason I mention that is because when you talk about how much you want everyone to know about your Robert, I remember wanting everyone to know and feel what I felt for my brother...when people would ask about family, at first I didn't know how to answer because saying I had 1 brother was denying his existence, but saying I had 2 brothers, 1 died, felt weird. Anyway, I relate to a lot that you express in your blog. You are an amazing writer as you write from the heart. Writing was very healing for me...keep it up.