In the wee hours, impending adversity.
You held my hand, silently praying
for the impossible miracle that came.
Your warm lips on my forehead
were all the strength I needed.
Then and now. Always and forever.
You. My rock. My love. Evermore.
The only one I see across
a crowded room of friends, strangers.
The one who still makes me
catch my breath, still my heart.
In the moments of inevitable weakness,
your strong hands lift me above
whatever clouds my mind, heart, soul.
In the moments of incessant insanity
that life with three boys brings,
our eyes meet, knowing that life;
our life, is full. Of love. Of joy.
Our life: perfect in its imperfection.
Twenty years have not clouded us.
Marriage, parenthood: challenges to strengthen us..
You. The perfection in my imperfection.
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