A Tree

I took a picture of two trees on a hill once.
I told you this is what I imagine marriage to be:
Growing tall next to each other,
Roots intertwining,
Leaves and branches intermingling.
We become a home together–
Birds and squirrels jumping limb to limb.
We weather storms together,
Going through seasons of change
(Always next to each other),
Spring breezes make our leaves laugh,
And winter freezes force us to rest waiting for a new day.

I am so thankful you chose to plant your
Self
Beside me.