A time for everything.

On this day seven years ago in a little garden littered with crisp fall leaves, I followed the path that led to him and never looked back. He waited handsome and smiling, nerves knotted in his throat. My breath caught when I saw him. In that moment there was only us. The brisk autumn air played witness as we promised to love, to honor, to cherish. On each of these he has made good. There are days when I don't even want to be alone with me and still he is there to comfort and to love me in the way that only he knows how. He spoils me with his love and I let him without feeling guilty.