I stood at the front of church and promised "For better, for worse". I could never, ever have envisaged what that would mean in reality. The best has been better than anything I could possibly have dreamed up. The worst ... well, I don't need to say do I? Nobody says their wedding vows, imagining the day they'll have to bury their child.
My husband is my best friend, truly. For all that's a cliche ... it's absolutely right. I still wake up and turn over to find him in the morning and feel relief and joy and peace that he is there next to me in the bed. I honestly don't know where I'd be right now if I hadn't had his hand to hold on this horrible, horrible bit of our journey. I feel as if we're two battered trees, falling towards each other. Somehow, our branches are tangled and we prop each other up - not in strength but in struggling together.
It's because of him that I know I have strength for this. After ten years, I say again, "For better, for worse" ... forever.
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Much as I would like to, I can't promise that good times are just around the corner. I can promise though, that whatever lies around the corner we'll tackle together. I will still be holding your hand. I love you.
Dave
God, that is beautiful. I love the image of the two trees falling towards each other. Simply perfect. Wishing you a peaceful anniversary. Much love.
I also never realised just what "for worse" was going to entail.....
Awww sonny boy is sweet! :) HAPPY ANNIVERSARY Jill! Enjoy your special day!
Sometimes I look at the wedding photo framed on the end table and marvel at how young and innocent we look. We had no idea what was coming down the road.
Exactly. I thought the "worse" would be like when Garrin lost his job, or when we fought. I never imagined the "worse" would be burying our first born son. But, it's like you say. Garrin is my best friend, too, and I don't have any idea how either of us could have made it through this without each other.
Anyways, Happy Anniversary, again. :)
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