first comes love

then comes baby

the comes marriage and a life living together

far from traditional he and i

not some perfect story told

kind of a wild love affair

for us

it fits

and i couldn't imagine it any other way

nine years ago

the sun rose

making way for clear skies

easing the minds of all

there was much still to be done

as this was an outdoor affair

it held tight till the moment my father said

"it's time"

as we walked down the stairs

the skies had turned gray

and the rain decided it was time to fall

we looked at each other and he said

"should we call it off"

i looked at him and said

my brother came running up and scurrying about

he said

in a flash he was gone a reappeared with a delicate pink floral umbrella

linked through our arms

one on each side

and an umbrella in hand

we began our long walk down to the isle where he had been waiting

on so it is

nine years passing

through winds and rain and thunderous storms

we have cleared the skies

washed away the debris

choosing to move forward each and every day

nine years passing

there has been love like no other

there has been laughter and play

there has been memories created

and moments that will forever remain

highlighting our day to day

nine years passing

ninety~nine more to come