“With this ring, I thee wed…”
I was a child
when I first bought that ring.
Who knew
how these two lives
would entwine over time?
Could I have imagined,
as I peered into that display,
could I have foreseen
all this joy,
romance,
and laughter?
Could I have imagined
holding you
in two
delivery rooms,
seeing those baby boys,
naming them,
holding them?
Could I have seen
those blue Hawaiian waters,
those candlelit evenings,
those walks in the snow,
those smells from your kitchen?
Could I have foreseen,
finding our cottage,
or caring for our garden,
or wrapping gifts
under our Christmas tree?
Could I have imagined
Trick or Treating,
or baseball games,
or school programs,
or (and this is a new thing!)
bike rides through our neighborhood?
And now, another,
a second ring.
Can we foresee,
can we imagine,
what the future holds?
Probably not.
But I know now,
the only thing I knew then:
That you will be with me,
come what may,
until the end of time.
And so, again, my love,
“With this ring, I thee wed…”
--On exchanging anniversary bands in Sewell Theatre where we first met (November, 2004)
