Tuesday, May 18, 2010



I want to marry you because I like your mind. When we were first going out it didn't even matter that you were a boy; you were the first proper person I'd met, who thought about the same ideas I did. I like the things you like. I like your reasons for liking them and me.

I want to talk with you. I want to listen to your ideas. I want to support you. I want to respect you. I want to keep your confidence and entrust you with mine. I want to reserve my affection for you. I want to care for you. I want to love you. I want to read and cook and bicycle and climb trees with you. I want to strive with my own happiness to make you happy. I want to speak well of you. I want to be honest with you. I want to give you space. I want to share with you.


  1. Perfectly said.

    Tim is a very blessed man indeed,

    and you to have him.

    (p.s. we wrote our own vows too, and I'm so glad I did, it was the best part of the whole wedding)

  2. Yes, it was much better for us to use our own words, rather than words out of a prayer book or off the internet.


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