Pour Meilleur Ou Plus Mauvais...

For better, or worse...

At least, that's the way I remember it. It was a long time ago. Sept ans.

It was Spring time Paris. Raining for luck. He was Scottish, but speaking French. We were Americans, speaking gibberish. The air thick with fresh paint. A more beautiful day I have not seen since.

Not that it mattered. She was the only thing I could see or hear.

I had carried an extra long garment bag half way around the world and had no idea what was in it until I saw her walk in. The memory, still takes my breath away. She was radiant.

In my distracted state I only managed to take about six photos. Anyone that knows me would gasp at the thought. In only 4 of the 6 did I remember to use the flash. 

Most memories are faint anymore but these are crisp and clear in my mind. 76 years to go.

Most of or time together has been remarkable. A fairy tale. A bit of it has been more complicated. Through it all you have been my stability. Sometimes my conscience. Often my guide. Always my love. 

There has never been a dull moment. Our journey has been quite spectacular. I can't wait to see how it turns out.

Je t'aime Precious


Anonymous said…
Tres manifique!
Felicitations tout le monde :o)
Sizzle said…
What a beautiful post.
eclectic said…
Awwwwww. Happy Anniversary!
Laurence (beehappylaurence at gmail.com) said…
Très beau post ! :)
Pour le meilleur et pour le pire... La plus belle déclaration.

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