Let me count the ways:
You cooked dinner, as you do most every night anymore.
You bought a sweet card.
It had a candy bar on top of it.
You bought red wine.
You read the framed print I made for you:
“You cannot possess me for I belong to myself
But while we both wish it, I give you that which is mine to give.
You cannot command me, for I am a free person
But I shall serve you in those ways that you require
And the honeycomb will taste sweeter coming from my hand.
I pledge to you that yours will be the name I cry aloud in the night and
the eyes into which I smile in the morning.
I pledge to you the first bite of my meat and the first drink from my cup.
I pledge to you my living and my dying, each equally in your care.
I shall be a shield for your back and you for mine.
I shall not slander you, nor you me.
I shall honor you above all others, and when we quarrel we shall do so in
private and tell no strangers our grievances.
This is my wedding vow to you.
This is the marriage of equals.”
Nobody said life was easy, but you make it easier for me. Thank you.