A year ago
It was a parade of probable
It was a confluence of hope
A year ago
We plunged into the unknown
With shaky feet, thumping hearts
A year ago
We didn’t see beyond the napes of our heads
Mama, see how far we’ve come.
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Join me to hail My Beautiful Thing (MBT): the fiery passion of my pulse, the herald of my mornings, my co-wayfarer, foreman, caretaker and a fellow God Chaser!
Since September 3rd, 2016, she has borne the cross of answering my wife with such grace you would think I am a superman—but I know better.
This is my proclamation: Not for the green shrub on the savannah, not for the head-lightening-sway upon a thousand hills nor for the depressing shallows of the valleys will this commitment be tempted.
I love you!
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