On this day sixteen years ago, I stood before my beautiful bride and vowed before God, friends, and family to be a loving and faithful husband;
in plenty and in want,
in joy and in sorrow,
in sickness and in health,
as long as we both shall live.
I promised to love my beautiful bride,
to honor her,
to cherish her,
to obey her,
and to protect her.
And today, sixteen years later, though I know I've fallen woefully short on my promises at times, possibly in the, ahem, obedience department, I don't regret them a bit. Happy Sixteenth, hon. I can think of nothing better than sharing this life with you.
Friday, July 20, 2007
Sweet Sixteen
Posted by batteredham at 4:05 PM
Labels: love and marriage, memories
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