My true-love hath my heart, and I have his,
By just exchange one for the other given:
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss;
There never was a bargain better driven.
His heart in me keeps me and him in one,
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides;
He loves my heart for once it was his own;
I cherish his because in me it bides.
His heart his wound receivèd from my sight;
My heart was wounded with his wounded heart;
For as from me on him his hurt did light,
So still methought in me his hurt did smart:
Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss,
My true love hath my heart and I have his.
-Sir Philip Sydney
I know I post this poem every year but it has special meaning to us as it was included in all 3 of our Ceremonies (Commitment, Civil union, and Wedding) in some fashion be it Invitations or Wedding vows. As the clock strikes Midnight we will be toasting in the New Year with our Friends and loved ones, as we always do. This year will be bittersweet as we celebrate without My Mom and Sister-in-Law who left us way too early but we share our tradition of celebrating with our son The Kid. Wherever you may be at Midnight I raise a glass to you! Year 17 may have kicked us while we were down but we vow that year 18 together will better than the last.