Three years ago today I got married. We had a secular ceremony at the registry office in Norwich, and each wrote words for the moment when we exchanged rings. Both being writer types, it all got a bit competitive. This is what I ended up with.
I love you. Those three words have my whole life in them.
My eyes see through those words, and the world is changed and made wider and more beautiful, more precious, because everything is touched with that love.
My arms are full of those words and waiting to give them to you every morning, every evening, every day that I am lucky enough hold you, for ever.
My heart sings those words every morning as it thumps in my chest, a triple beat greeting the morning with joy because you are in it.
My legs run home every night to those words. My feet pound the streets to those words.
Those three small words are a shield for my back and a shelter from the rain in hard times.
Those three small words are the snow falling on my upturned joyous face and the sun shining to wake my sleeping skin.
My tongue tastes those words, shapes my speech through those words. Every word I speak to you has those three words in it too.
My hands are shaped around those words. There is no gift greater than those words that I can give to you.
So I give you this ring which is not a circle but those three words made solid, those three words with my whole life in them.
I'm a journalist-type tech-ish geek person, working in that interesting ambiguous place where reporting the news meets all sorts of peripheral skills. In my spare time I herd zombies, design games and write stuff.
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