Hope is never far from where you left it- it's always willing to be picked up again and continue on the journey. Like a rare pearl, hope is for any girl that is so busy traveling through life and feeling underappreciated. Pearls just aren't for princesses; they're for gypsies, too.
25 August 2012
Three
One day I met you
You were wearing a white jacket
Rolled up sleeves
And too much hair product
One coffee date
With two other girls we knew
Soy and Caramel latte
And too much to tell in one hour
One second of starring
Before you caught me
Flushed cheeks so pink
And I looked the other way
One year of friendship
Me in polka dots and you in gray
English rain and puddles
And a kinship like glue
Two suitcases packed
Moving back home
America and family
And too much time apart
Two calls a day
Me missing you; you missing me
900 miles by car or two flights
And too far away
Two vows of "I do"
Me in white and you in black
Family and friends to celebrate
And a new chapter began
Two toothbrushes and opinions
To crowd a tiny bathroom
Just you and me--one last name
And our apartment was home
Two years in New Hampshire
Me crying because of the cold
One hug to keep me warm
And two winters of snow
Three--makes a small family
You, me, and the pup
Cleaning up pee and poo
And a new little life to love
Three years of appointments
Specialists and tests galore
You next to me
And no one else would do
Three years of happiness
Despite what has come
Hand in hand is what matters
And God guiding us
Three years of coffee
Three years of snow
Three years of hugging
Three years of knowing
Three years of "I do"
Three years of tears
Three years of truth
Three years of loving
One.
Two.
Three years of us.
No one else would do.
Happy Anniversary, my Matthew. I love you. x
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