Twelve years ago,
we were young and in love.
And twelve years ago
our towels didn't have discolored bleach spots
or rips at each end
Our sheets were crisp and new
Without threadbare spots
threatening holes at the slightest tug
Our dishes were a complete 8-piece setting
Without chips and cracks and scrapes and marks
And not one piece had yet been surrendered to the trash can when dropped on the floor
And our silverware was shiny and new
And hadn't yet been "distressed" by the garbage disposal
And every piece was accounted for
But today, place settings like these
Tend to outnumber anything we had twelve years ago
And we might look a bit more tattered and distressed ourselves.
But just like our much loved towels and sheets and dishes and silverware,
We have a history.
This is our life. It's comfortable. It's wonderful and well-loved.
Twelve years later,
We're still in love.
In fact, I love you more today than I did back then, Gary.
I cannot imagine anyone better for me than you.
Thank you for sweeping me off of my feet all those years ago and creating this life with me that is so full with joy and love and fun... blessings for which I continually thank the Lord. The joy and the pain, the celebrations and the sorrows... we were meant to experience them together. Thanks for sticking with me and loving me through it all.
Happy Anniversary, my love!