One decade and one year ago today, we stood in an old wooden church in Ithaca, N.Y., and recited these words to each other:
I will make my home in your heart from this day forward.
Carey, you are my closest friend.
I ask for nothing more from life than that I may live mine with you.
I promise to stand by your side forever -- through laughter and tears, when weak or strong.
I pledge to you my trust, my faith, my loyalty and my never-ending love.
You are my confidant, my soulmate, the one I adore.
Publicly and without hesitation, I commit myself to you.
As a writer who never stops rewriting, I'd like to change that last phrase, which now sounds a little stilted. How about:
In front of our family and friends, I commit myself to you.
Our visit with some of our best friends concludes today with an afternoon of picking apples. The sun looks like it's going to cooperate and I hope to get some amazing photos of my beautiful family. I'm a very, very lucky man.
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