"When my best friend got married, he walked down the aisle to a song about death - a poignant reminder that marriage is a promise to stand together until the end. I, too, have come to realize that my wedding vows were too focused on the joy and laughter, neglecting the complexities of life. I wish I had said: 'I take you, with all the uncertainties and challenges that come with being alive. I promise to stand by you as we navigate the trials of family history, health issues, and the mundane routines of life. I vow to support you through the darkest moments, just as we celebrate the brightest ones.'
Marriage is a beautiful, imperfect journey, and we've been fortunate to experience happiness lately - but that's what makes us nervous. We know that someday, one of us will wake up alone, and that's the unpalatable truth we've volunteered to face together. Yet, in the glorious sight of this impossible fact, we choose to love each other with all our hearts, exposed and vulnerable, until the very end."
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Ken Clepper
Versatile wordsmith and history buff: poet, author, essayist, and enthusiast of the past."
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