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(No Title)Twenty-five years ago this month, when I married the man of my dreams, the style was to write your own marriage vows. Why we boomers imagined we could improve upon tradition, I can't recall. Somewhere, somewhere, Doug and I surely have written copies of the promises we made, although I haven't laid eyes on them from that day until this. We do have a reel-to-reel tape recording of the ceremony, but technology has rolled on, leaving reels to collect the dust of the ages. I'm left to wonder if my promises are old and moldy, too. What on earth did I say to this man all those many years ago? I think the rage was to leave out the "in sickness, in poverty, in bad times and for worse," and try to be a little more upbeat, more positive. If I remember right, we promised to love each other through good times, better times, health and wealth. We were quite the risk-takers, weren't we? I'm left feeling that no matter what Doug vowed, he's given much more, and no matter what I might have promised, I've come up short on delivery. Soon we'll have a second opportunity to give voice to promises in front of God and many witnesses. Once again, we'll write our own vows. I am at a loss for words. I can only hope to come closer, this time around, to the honest truth, knowing what I know now about myself, my husband, and unconditional love. I'd like to promise that, before death parts us, I'll become the woman he believes in, the one he sees when he looks into my eyes. The woman I think I've just now finally started to become. I think it might be the only promise he's still hoping to hear.
Posted by Katy on 02/04/02 at 07:24 PM
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