The meaning of Six

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Six years is a long time.
Long enough for the polish to rub off.
Long enough for the passion to dwindle.
Long enough for the family (mom, dad, dog, baby) to take precedence over the partner.
Long enough to also make you sometimes wonder, ‘what did I see in this person back then?’

Six years mean you have shared causes, holidays, books, taxes, burdens, friends, costs, relatives, dreams and blame as well.
Six years mean you still have shared causes, holidays, books, taxes, burdens, friends, costs, relatives, dreams and blame as well to get through.
Six years mean you have come a long enough way to be able to think of newly weds as ‘those newly weds’
Six years is also a long time to get so used to each others eccentricities that they don’t seem so anymore

Six years mean …you have seven and eight and nine and ten to look forward to.
At least I do.


Comments

Anonymous said…
How sweet :) May you guys share each other's love forever. You are one of my Favorite Couple.
5:21 pm, December 17, 2013
Parry said…
Thank you! I couldnt have put it better. Reminds me, that we have lots to do that are pleasurable and joyous even as we do our duty for those around us
5:50 pm, December 17, 2013
Pinku said…
Floating feather thank you so much for your wishes :)

Parry : true :) lets ensure we find the time and inclination to be together through the circus that is life
11:45 am, December 19, 2013
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