Twenty five years is a very long time.
Twenty five years ago today.
A man who barely spoke English, a woman who did not speak a word of French started a life together.
Twenty five years ago we danced our dance to "Stand by Me".
One never knows what will happen, especially over twenty five years. If someone loves you, truly loves you, they will stand by you... witness your journey, share your joy, hold your tears as sacred jewels, carry you over fire, laugh with you over nothing but a look, dance with you all night long, and sleep with your cold feet.
Twenty five years... I know French, you know English, we have known love.
It isn't simple, and that is okay, love never is.
I came home tonight to candlelight,
with "our song" playing,
you took me in your arms
and we danced-- in the moment, that sacred moment, we made love in our tears of knowing that all is good when all is one.