Days, weeks, and years, they pass. Through every increment of time we experience immeasurable wonder. We delight, we celebrate, we mourn. To have and to hold.

Gifted to us we can expect everything tangible ahead. And behind us are photographs held in memory. From this day forward.

For some, ascendance. Others descend. For better, for worse.

Diligence and hard work will be expected. For richer, for poorer.

What is done is done. In sickness and in health.

Chosen is the one, to love and to cherish.

Spoken with fearless bliss. Until death do us part.

Words mean nothing if not led by action. This is my solemn vow.

Do I think it would be worth doing it all again?

I Do.