Our world spins faster than the slow-roasted values that molded its cohesiveness, that continue to mold our children. It seems we've lost the skills to maintain marriage's integrity and wait for its rewards, and that is unsettling.

When you knit your words together and throw your heart into it, it's call a promise. When you knit someone else's words inside your own tapestry, it's a vow.

Such is the essence of vows. Delicately created. Easily torn with strands intended for repair. Beauty revealed in the goodness of light, yet even in darkness, they remain.

Our vows are never about our wishes, because wishes have endings. Vows are about loving, and loving doesn't know how to end.