When I think of who you are I am filled with pride.
When I think of how we’ve grown together over the years, I smile.
In the years to come, our faces will be painted with laugh lines, creases will grace our foreheads from worrying about our kids and our hair will glimmer with silver shimmer.
I’ll hold your hand and you’ll hold mine as we walk down memory lane together, as we laugh and smile of the days of our youth.
I’ll look at your tired hands, overworked to have given your family a good life, and I’ll remember how many times your fingers tickled our children, held my hand and wiped away tears.
When I see you smile, it will remind me of the early days when anticipation and joys in our lives graced our faces.
I’ll stroke your hair and you’ll laugh your deep laugh and tell me you lost it because of the kids.
You’ll look at me with your gentle and wise eyes and I’ll see our past, gone by in a blink, I’ll be starring at the present and be excited for our future.
When I think of who I am, I am filled with pride. Together we have made a part of each other and together fills me with love.
When I watch you now, your youth exposed and raw as you play with our children, your laugh lines beginning to form, your hands still strong and comforting, your hair starting to shimmer and your eyes looking at me with love; I want you to gaze back and see that my eyes will always meet you in that place too.