My Picture Frame
By Kathleen Tonn

I laid it down. The ornate, ceramic frame that held the photo of my beloved. I've looked at her face for twenty years. Every morning I would smile at her lovely face, and her warm brown eyes smiled back at me. I took the photo of her a week after we met. Love hits one in a number of ways. For me, I knew she would be my wife and partner for life when I angled the camera to catch her reflection, as she played in the sea.

My understanding of the woman whose photo I took was realized a year later as we stood before the preacher exchanging wedding vows. God, I loved her so much. I would crawl across broken glass and through fire for her. She was the kind of person that inspired one to be the best person one could...