“Let’s each share a favorite memory – then it’s time.”
“”The smell of earth after a rainstorm.”
“Cloud of black and orange-gold monarchs against an azure sky.”
We step out into dark midnight, your wrinkled hand holding mine, our path lit by lifetimes of love.
Double blessings to celebrate – a healthy daughter and no more drought. They name me “Darsha” – “she who brings rain.”
Far away, you laugh when a butterfly lands on your tiny shoulder.
We’ll find each other, as we always have. Our love story, made eternally fresh and new.
Time after time..