Today is Dan's 31st birthday. My own words usually fail me, so I'll turn to one of my favorite poems from college. It's entitled To My Dear and Loving Husband written by Anne Broadstreet in 1678. Hundreds of years ago, and yet her words can still ring true--the mark of a truly inspired author.If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me ye women if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee, give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay,
The heavens reward thee manifold I pray.
Then while we live, in love let's so perservere,
That when we live nor more, we may live ever.
