19 years.

Pregnancies.
Tears.
One beautiful baby girl.
Businesses.
Fights.
Accidents.
Surgeries.
Deaths.
Laughter.
Movies.
Kisses.
Snoring.
Glasses of ice water.
Christmasses.
Road trips.
Sickness.
Health.
Ten pairs of glasses between us.
Four microwaves.
Eleven cars.
Five dogs.

Nineteen years.

Good lord, man. We should've taken those bets that we wouldn't have lasted six weeks.

I still remember our vows. I wrote them.

I forget that cannot have always held you
For in this space, always is now
The air we breathe binds you to me
While your eyes hold me to you in a freedom so sweet
That to deny this, is to deny our life together
In other words, until this heart is no more
We walk together.

*grins*

Man, I was a big, old teenaged dramallama.

Now, I'd just say "Hey, you. Wanna? Let's hasta."