During some intensive spring cleaning I stumble across a thick bundle of papers and folders: immigration documents from the first couple years of marriage. Included are several evidences of our mutual affection such as love letters, wedding favours, gifts, and signed statements–we had to prove our relationship was real.
Reading through, I remember how much we’ve changed.
First we were kids, entralled by a wide-looking world.
We grew up fast and got married.
A fledgling family,
we crossed land and sea
We came back different people,
to a different-feeling world.
Even when certain things broke apart,
we never did.
We never even came close.
I love being with you.
I love how we keep changing
and how we always seem to be changing
Love you Ruth. Happy 15th!