Rehers' 8th Year Anniversary Today!

EIGHT
E ight years of marriage my heart skips a beat and looking up our teary eyes meet.
I cry for joy at our travels we’ve gone through. I am what I am because I have only you.
G irl you’re my bride and yet my deep dearest friend. Hand walking in hand till deaths final end.
H eaven will hold you, you’re Christ’s child too. Lead you to him you found me and continue I do.
T he next years hold what God only knows. Take my hand my dear we’ll trust him for those.

My dearest Summer,

It brings me great joy to write you this eve before our eighth anniversary. Not because I have anything better to give you this year for I don’t. I don’t have plans nor have any money.
As I observe the sea of marriages in our day I do bring something rare. Something of a treasure yea something that requires much harder labors to extract than any flawless diamond. The older I get and the more people I meet I find this gift the grandest and rarest indeed. I have kept something just for you not marred by the desires for other women or filling of filthy lusts. By God’s grace I give you my heart clean as the first day we met. What I present to you is the fruit of such efforts a boyish giddy love kept just for you.

I’m in love with you…Mrs. Summer Dawn… my love… has not…moved on.

Humbly I am your head,

Chris

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