I was (almost) 21 when we walked down the aisle,
seventeen years ago today.
Love was about romance and floaty organza dreaming.
It was young
Love changes though.
It has many faces.
Love can be about working together
celebrating the little things.
It can involve more than a couple.
It can become a family.
Love can be about holding the other person’s hand as they step into a new part of their life.
It can be about taking a deep breath and letting go.
Love can be about compromise
and digging in deep
and going with the ebb and flow of life.
Love is not perfect
and it can hurt
and it can be fragile.
Love can be about holding on to each other through the hardest of times.
Knowing that if you just hang on,
you are stronger than if you stand alone.
Love is that
Love is having faith
that one day you will be that little old man
and that little old lady
hand in hand
while all the young people watch wistfully
and hope that they will make it too.
Happy Anniversary, Davey.
Every year is new with possibility.