24 years

Twenty four years ago at this time we were standing ready. Waiting for the last of the few people we had invited to join us. Though it would have made little difference if no one was there as we only had eyes for each other. The candles were lit. My shoes were new and slippery. You looked wonderful in your tails.
So as I write this I walked down the aisle to you and we listened to the minister say something...
We followed the words but spoke to each others hearts. We knew we were to be together until death parted us.
Last year at this time I could hardly breathe. This year I cried as I put on your robe. But the tears were fewer. I still miss you. I still wonder why?
I remain blessed in knowing you and being part of your story.
I do.