Married, And Married, And Married Again

It’s been a rough couple of weeks for Gini and me, what with all of my travelling and Gini’s horrid case of hoof-and-mouth and many other intangibles.  And we haven’t had the time to really connect, just to cuddle in bed and feel that comfort and talk.
Which we did.  And then we got married all over again.
It’s rare.  But in times of stress, Gini and I tend to recite new vows – not often, maybe once every couple of years.  But during a particularly tender time we’ll look each other in the eyes and make new promises and feel all of that old tension shedding away like a snake skin.
You will never know what we promise to each other.  But you will know that we’ll come away as newlyweds again, and starting anew doesn’t mean abandoning everything we’ve done before.  It means that no matter what kind of a patina life loads onto our relationship, the tiniest of scratches and we’re right back on our wedding day, holding hands and feeling that this is the best choice either of us have ever made.
I love you, my bride.  You’re still everything I’d ever hoped for, and more.