It was a magical day, as they say. Thirteen years ago.
The day that I married the boy I loved.
Now the boy is no longer. And a man stands in his place.
I never imagined then, that my love could be deeper.
Could be stronger. More powerful and intense.
If he weeps, I weep harder.
When he rejoices, my hearts goes into flight.
A new experience is nothing, if not shared with him.
I love this dear man. Who used to be the boy I loved.
Thank you darling for sharing these years with me.
I am so grateful to have many more ahead.
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