Two years

Two years, gone by in a flash and yet doesn't it seem since forever? The magic of that morning. The rarified air. Autumn's rosy red hues looked brighter, music on the radio rang clearer, time whistled along a path that was seemingly paved with magic, rose petals and romance.

Oh, if I had it to do again, I'd do it in a heartbeat, my love. My handsome love.

You have taken worry from my shoulders, you have stood by me in every situation, you are loyal, you are strong, you are honest and true.

And yet you never say my ass looks fat in those jeans.

Happy anniversary, my sweet.