This year marks our tenth year of marriage. That day you were dressed in black and me in white as you held my hands fumbling for my ring you spoke our promise to each other with such confidence. As I am sitting here now reading our vows and flipping through photos I am impressed by how well you live out these words. I am humbled and honored by it. Thank you.
Do you, Shandy, take Charlie, to be your husband?
To give your hand, your heart, and your promise that your love will always be a safe haven for him.
To give in the presence of God and these witnesses your sacred promise to be his in times of plenty and in times of want, in times of sickness and in times of health, in times of joy and in times of sorrow, in times of failure and in times of triumph.
Do you promise to love without reservation, to respect him, to care for him and to protect him, to comfort him in times of distress, to encourage him, to laugh with him, and to cry with him, to grow with him in mind and spirit, and to cherish him for all eternity?
We tied the unity braid, a symbol that our marriage was three part. First centered on Jesus, our foundation weaving ourselves in making the braid strong, complete, a new thing.
With this ring I pledge my faith and trust. Receive it as a symbol of our endless union and our unbroken love.
I love you more now then I did that day. While I meant every word of it ten years ago I am more confident in our promise to each other today. We have walked the easy and we have walked the hard and we have conquered them both. You are my best friend. I look forward to the next ten years with you. Then to the ten after that and again the ten after that. I dream about when we celebrate our 50th together. You'll be completely bald and my hair will have only known the color grey for the thirty years before and our hearts will beat as one, and these promises will still be as steadfast as they were in 2006.
I love you. Thank you for asking.