strong
my
love
for
you
was
back
then，
when
I
returned
to
you
on
leave
in
the
September，
feeling
battered，
bruised
and
fragile.
We
held
each
other
so
tight
I
thought
we
would
burst.
I
asked
you
to
marry
me
the
very
same
day
and
I
whooped
with
joy
when
you
looked
deep
into
my
eyes
and
said
“yes“
to
being
my
bride.
I“m
looking
at
our
wedding
photo
now，
the
one
on
our
dressing
table，
to
your
jewellery
box.
I
think
of
how
young
and
i
we
were
back
then.
I
remember
being
on
the
church
steps
grinning
like
a
Cheshire
cat，
when
you
said
how
dashing
and
handsome
I
looked
in
my
uniform.
The
photo
is
old
and
faded
now，
but
when
I
look
at
it，
I
only
see
the
bright
vibrant
colors
of
our
youth.
I
can
still
remember
every
detail
of
the
pretty
wedding
dress
your
mother
made
for
you，
with
its
fine
delicate
lace
and
pretty
pearls.
If
I
corate
hard
enough，
I
can
smell
the
sweetness
of
your
wedding
bouquet
as
you
held
it
so
proudly
for
everyone
to
see.
I
remember
being
so
over
enjoyed，
when
a
year
later，
yently
held
my
hand
to
your
waist
and
whispered
in
my
ear
that
we
were
going
to
be
a
family.
I
know
both
our
children
love
you
dearly
they
are
outside
the
door
now，
waiting.
Do
you
remember
how
I
panicked
like
a
mad
man
when
Jonathon
was
born?
I
can
still
picture
you
laughing
and
smiling
at
me
now，
as
I
clumsily
held
him
for
the
very
first
time
in
my
arms.
I
watched
as
your
laughter
faded
into
tears，
as
I
stared
at
him
and
cried
my
own
tears
of
joy.
Sarah
and
Tom
arrived
this
m
with
little
Tessie.
Can
you
remember
how
we
both
hugged
each
other
tightly
when
we
saw
our
tiny
granddaughter
for
the
first
time?
I
can“t
believe
she
will
be
eight
month.
I
am
trying
not
to
cry，
my
love，
as
I
tell
you
how
beautiful
she
looks
today
in
her
pretty
dress
and
red
shiny
shoes，
she
reminds
me
so
much
of
you
that
first
day
we
met.
She
has
her
hair
cut
short
now，
just
like
yours
was
all
those
years
ago.
When
I
met
her
at
the
door
her
smile
ed
around
me
like
a
warm
glove，
just
like
yours
used
to
do，
my
darling.