I just wanted to share something, that had a profound impact on my wife.

On Monday 14 May (our anniversary) I had delivered to W's work a dozen red roses and an anniversary card, which I made myself.

The cover I chose two remarkable photos from summer holidays from a number of years back.

Inside I wrote a poem (for lack of a better word - no it did not rhyme) which was more or less a synopsis of memorable times in our marriage, and things which I appreciated about her.
Saying essentially, even though these are tough times no matter what happened, when i thought of her I would always choose to remember the good times.


First W was surprised to get anything at all for our anniversary, since we had a big fight the day before. Fortunately or unfortunately I ordered the flowers the day before that.

we went for a walk that night (she also had counseling that afternoon), she was very surprised to find that all those things had mattered to me.

I told her that despite me being the shy / quiet type, communication was a two way street, and that there was a lot more to discover about me, as well.

However the part of the card that intrigued W the most, and that she asked questions about for about 15 minutes of our walk was the way I ended the card.

Quote:
I imagine one day in the middle of May (our anniversary) an old man is tossing stones into a glassy lake.
A little girl is watching him. He seems to be having fun.
She walks up to him and asks him, "What are you doing mister?"
He smiles at her and says, "Would you believe me, if I told you, once upon a time I was married to the most beautiful girl in the world?"
The little girl picks up a flat stone from the beach, "Please tell me what she was like..."


IS 49 W 47 S 21 D 19 S 16
M 24y Together 31y
EA Mar04-May 06
PA Feb06-Jun06 EA May07
Bomb Dec 28 07

Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage which we did not take, towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden.
T. S. Eliot