I Promise

I promise to be your warm spot to cuddle up to when you feel cold
I promise to be your soft place to land if you should fall
I promise to be the first one to say I am sorry (even if I was right)
I promise to be there for you in all of your times of joy and sorrow
I promise to support you no matter what your decision (even if I don't agree )
I promise to make a new memory with you each and every day
I promise to love you without change. I promise to make you laugh
I promise not to make you cry
I promise to give you strength when you are weak
I promise to love you forever

I promise to cherish you and your love
I promise to compromise with you
I promise to make you and our children my first priority
I promise to never take your love for granted
I promise to never lose faith in you
I promise to never give you a reason to distrust me
I promise to always trust you
I promise to work with you to resolve our conflicts
I promise to always be proud of you
I promise to never let you feel alone in this world
I promise to find new ways everyday to keep the fires of passion burning
I promise to be the best mom I can to our children
I promise to always keep you as an equal partner
I promise to never say things to you in anger
I promise to be your partner for life
I promise to be your shelter from the storm. I promise you a love everlasting.

Author: Lisa Jones

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