Our Wedding.

⁴ Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. ⁵ It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. ⁶ Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. ⁷ It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. ⁸ Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.

Our rings (Etsy) on a new family heirloom.
My Great Grandma.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Thank you mom for making hundreds of these!

Shakespeare's 18^th Sonnet
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

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Something Old

Generations Past

By: Shannon Fahine

The yellow rose was my grandmothers favorite.

Days fly by quickly
and children move on.
Before we know it
the "old times" are gone.
But as we look back
at generations gone by,
We, reflect on the memories
that serve as a tie.
Binding us together
With future and past;
and building a story
that forever will last.

 

Madeline's Daughter was amazing!

somewhere i have never travelled by e. e. cummings
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

Friends.  It's amazing to see how events such as weddings bring people together.

It happened as we had always imagined.  Debbie, who did my hair for prom also made my wedding day!

  A Time to Talk.
By: Robert Frost
When a friend calls to me from the road And slows his horse to a meaning walk, I don't stand still and look around On all the hills I haven't hoed, And shout from where I am, 'What is it?'
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground, Blade-end up and five feet tall, And plod: I go up to the stone wall For a friendly visit.

I guess that I can hold you
one more time before you grow.
And tell you that I love you
so that you will always know.
Please let me tie your shoe again.
One day you'll tie your own.
And when you think back to this time
I hope it's love I've shown.
Can I help you put your coat on?
Can I please cut up your meat?
Can I pull you in the wagon?
Can I pick you out a treat?
One day you might just care for me,
so let me care for you.
I want to be a part
of every little thing you do.
Tonight could I please wash your hair?
Can I put toys in the bath?
Can I help you count your small ten toes
before I teach you math?
Before you join a baseball team
can I pitch you one more ball?
And one more time can I stand near
to make sure you don't fall?
Let's take another space-ship ride
Up to the Planet Zoor.
Before our Cardboard Rocket
doesn't fit us anymore.
Please let me help you up the hill.
while you're still too small to climb.
And let me read you stories
while you're young and have the time.
I know the day will come
when you will do these things alone.
Will you recall the shoulder rides
and all the balls we've thrown?
I want you to grow stronger
than your Dad could ever be.
And when you find success
there will be no soul more proud than me.
So will you let me carry you?
One day you'll walk alone.
I cannot bear to miss one day
from now until you've grown.

Thank you Eliza and Jay Zucco for the pictures

To My Dear and Loving Husband by Anne Bradstreet
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me ye women if you can.
I prize thy love more then whole Mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that Rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee, give recompence.
Thy love is such I can no way repay,
The heavens reward thee manifold I pray.
Then while we live, in love let's so persever,
That when we live no more, we may live ever.
Last, but not least, we end with an ode to the blessing of love

A Farm Picture

By: Walt Whitman

THROUGH the ample open door of the peaceful country barn,
A sun-lit pasture field, with cattle and horses feeding;
And haze, and vista, and the far horizon, fading away.

 

Thank you Exeter Events & Tents

The season decorated for us!

Thank you Erik and Tania!

Love is a promise. 
By: Sara Sue Renee

My best bud Andre and his mom and my friend, Darwin.

My childhood friend Ashley and her little one Emma

It is a promise to love and encourage each other to be their best.  It is enduring each other when they are at their worst. 

My father's childhood friend drove his horses for the wedding

The Colby's Horses

 Love is a promise.

Andy Cheney.  On the list of my favorite people.

 

It is a promise to acknowledge that life has hardships that one cannot run from, but must face with strength when the other is weak.  And, when neither can be strong, it is a promise to cling steadfast to the One who created it all.

Tania Fuentes played a harp for the ceremony.

Love is a promise.

It is a promise to take care of yourself, to advocate for yourself and each other.  For how can one love another when they cannot love themselves?

 Love is a promise.

It is a promise to find joy in the small pleasures of life, and see the big picture at the same time, a promise to smile and confide in one another, to do what is best, and to share the hard times while working to fix things 

together.

 Love is a promise.

It’s a promise to live freely.  Sing in the rain.  Watch the sunrise as many times as you can.  Enjoy the sun sets.  Invest in each other. Develop common hobbies.  Invest in each others interests.  Laugh until the laugh lines on your face are well developed.  Have picnics and peanut butter and jelly as often as possible.  Learn how to dance.  Argue until you are out of breath. Be considerate.  Be empathetic.   Develop your relationship to a point others cannot understand.

Love is a promise.