Thirteen years ago,
We stood at the altar,
And we promised,
To love each other,
Always.
We were young,
Full of hope and desire,
And we dreamed,
To love each other,
Always.
Time passed quickly,
Our days filled with life,
And we fought,
To love each other,
Always.
Wrinkles have appeared,
Our heads are peppered with gray hair,
And we ripen,
To love each other,
Always.
Thoughts often turn to question,
If we’ve ever known life without this love,
And we evolve,
To love each other,
Always.
Thirteen years ago,
We stood at the altar,
And we vowed,
To love each other,
Always.

Happy Anniversary, Michael.
I am complete with your love.
I found this challenge through Tracey from Mother May I (brainchild of Best Shot Monday). When I clicked and started reading Ali’s words, I knew what had to be done. All this week I will chronicling our daily life. The good, the bad, the ugly; it will all unfold here.
I present. . .a week in the life, in pictures and words:
Day One | Monday
The Pictures:


