Love

This picture was taken about 2 years after we married.

Twenty three years past he held my hand
And promised his fidelity would stand
As long as both of us live on in life
He was then, husband and I was his wife.

He took an awesome load to carry there
Away into the life that we still share
A wise man asked him if he thought it through
Would he be shepherd, father, husband too?
We stood and looked each other in the eye,
We both had fears and dreams, both bold and shy.
And yet mid witnesses, “I do,” we said.
That promise through the years has faithful led.


The years have not been easy, always kind
But somehow we have come this day to find
Twenty three years passed and we love still
And by God’s mercy know we always will.
DW 2007

This was taken this summer.