Clay is not a “writing our own vows” kind of guy and I respect that.
But, the writer in me, the one who lives in her head, swimming with words…well that girl is having a hell of a time thinking of stating the standard words everyone else states. If he would let me, I would say these words. I would hold his hands and most assuredly have the sea air blow bits of my hair into my lip gloss. I would hold back my own tears to tell him these things, to tell him that my heart is irrevocably his. But, he won’t. I will say them here, instead.
With this ring, I promise you all of the things I fear promising. Because in you, my safe harbor, my heart fears nothing. I promise you this heart, this body, this spirit. I promise you these things in all of their various states and I take yours in all of their various states. I promise in our wildest wealth or our most lean days of suffering that you will find me, by your side. I promise that your door will always be mine to guard. I promise to strive to give you my best, but to trust you with my worst. I promise I will treat your dreams as my dreams, your wants as my wants, your worries as my worries, your heart as my heart.
Til our days are no longer I am yours.
Where you go, I will go and where you stay, I will stay.