I was walking to work the other day and passed this sign in someone's front yard.
It actually made me stop and take a picture. I thought it was one of the nicest, sweetest things I'd seen in my life. I still smile when I think about it. Call me a sentimental fool if you will.
I then started to think about the luck I've had in finding my perfect other half. I hurt when I'm not with her. Her touch is the reason I continue. I am useless without her. She is my best friend, the keeper of my heart, the tabbard of my soul. She is with me in some form wherever I may go. I am hers. And I always will be. I love you, my wife.
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