August is for Anniversaries
2:55 PM
It’s all I have to bring today—
This, and my heart beside—
This, and my heart, and all the fields—
And all the meadows wide—
Be sure you count—should I forget
Some one the sum could tell—
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.
This, and my heart beside—
This, and my heart, and all the fields—
And all the meadows wide—
Be sure you count—should I forget
Some one the sum could tell—
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.
~
Emily Dickenson
August is almost over but I couldn't let it slip by without this memory. My love and my life. The day went by in a blur. My brother walked me down the aisle. My sister and best friends stood with me in ceremony as they have in life. I tripped and almost lost my balance at the alter. My father-in-law performed a heartfelt ceremony with a slip of words "till love do you part" followed by an equally swift correction.
And just like that we became husband and wife.
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