Locked in love
For years there’s been a tradition in Paris of putting “locks of love” on the Pont des Arts. The idea is that you and your beloved sign the lock, throw the keys into the Seine, and live happily ever after.
Steve and I meant to do this the last time we were in Paris last November, but we never quite got around to it. So I took it upon myself last March to *ahem* “lock in” our happiness for all eternity.
He didn’t know about our lock until this morning, when I gave him this card:
So how appropriate is it that his card also featured another of our favorite Paris haunts? We’ve spent a couple of lazy afternoons sitting in chairs like these at the Tuileries gardens.
I loved the vintage photo, and the thoughtfulness he’d put into choosing that card. But what touched me most was the sentiment that was written inside:
Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction.
Here’s to the man who has shared my dreams, hopes, fears and tears for the past 22 years (27, if you count dating). And here’s to the same man, who is supporting my hare-brained dream of moving to Paris and starting over. It is a joy and a privilege to share your life, Steve. Happy anniversary — from the bottom of my heart.
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