"Come what may... I will love you until my dying day"

I remember Mel as our housing complex's bona-fide babe. I remember her undying love for any and every shade of purple. I remember her willingness to follow my Mum's crazy whims. I remember waterfights, trick or treating, Tony Romas, IKEA Meat Balls, beautiful hairclips, Le Chateau Couture, and Dana the Daytona.

I think she remembers my braces and what a sassy little mouth piece I could be.

Along the shelves of my heart Mel's got her place, tucked securely since 1998. I am brave enough to admit that sometimes my faith in life can flicker, sometimes a second, an hour, a month, but I attribute my inability to let the faith in myself flicker to them. And as far as public declarations of love go, here is mine to them: I believe in you. In your marriage, as individuals and as a family, life's not perfect, flipping far from it. If anyone knows this it's us. But at the end of the day we have each other, and if we can't have anything else, at least we have that.

Here's Melanie and her husband Duncan, roaming Heritage Park on a free hour pried away from the children of the corn. I mean my brothers Zack, Brady and Isaiah :)











This is my favorite cheeky Mel smile!