“My beloved responded and said to me,
‘Arise, my darling, my beautiful one,
And come along.
‘For behold, the winter is past,
The rain is over and gone.
‘The flowers have already appeared in the land;
The time has arrived for pruning the vines,
And the voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land.
‘The fig tree has ripened its figs,
And the vines in blossom have given forth their fragrance.
Arise, my darling, my beautiful one,
And come along!’”
-Song of Solomon 2:10-13
June 3, 1995
It wasn't long after meeting you that I knew. I knew I wanted to marry you. You challenged me, you excited me, you were fun and you were passionate. You made me laugh, you made me cry,
and then you made me whole.
You asked me to come along with you and I am so thankful I did. I could never have dreamed that day that we'd have lived what we have or where we have. And here I am today, eighteen years later, still challenged, still excited, still in awe of your passion. Still laughing...still crying - tears of joy.
And as much as I want this to be our song:
I know, it will always be this song:
I need you more than a sailor needs a breeze, I need you more than an Eskimo freeze.
I love you RLB. Happy 18th!