Right, at the moment, when we stood, before our family and friends, on our special day, to say, our I dos, that was when, we began, a new storybook, for our previous books, were single stories, but now, our stories, are of we and not I, for these, blank pages are, of our life, of our love, from our ups, to our downs, in sickness and in health, just like, our vows and still, we have been raising, our precious children, so, not long ago, I reopened up, our storybook, pulling it, off the shelf, to read, from the pages, that we filled, over the course, of our time, together and forever, always, being that still, you are, but a whisper, that my lips,...