Tin/Aluminum
Ten….
It’s the perfect number. Unless you roam in über religious circles that would consider 7 perfection.
Seven makes me scratch.
No, 10 is the pinnacle of the scale. It’s the measuring standard, the bar.
Or not.
For me ten is the beginning, the foundation. Upon ten we grow. We anticipate tomorrow. We build our lives.
It seems an instance yet ten years have passed.
I’m not sure I’ve fully exhaled.
Happy Anniversary, Honey! I love you.
(Post edit: It would seem that after 10 years I should be able to articulate more fully your magnitude in my life. First off, I’m from Louisiana. Articulation is not what we are about. Second, you know my family–we don’t communicate. Thanks for loving us all the same.
I want to say more, to do more, but words escape me. Actions seem meaningless. Please do not mistake my inability. I love you more today than yesterday but not nearly as much as I anticipate loving you tomorrow. You are my world, my reason.
I am because you breathe.)
