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Wedding poem

For Bestie Couture and her soul mate on their wedding day. 

Wedding poem
The sound of his love is the laughter from his lips

The room is dark until the sparkle of her smile

It is time ticking on, yet so peaceful and still

Their love as today, as they pledge to love everyday

With everything

And the promise of everything more. 

The third anniversary is leather

The traditional gift for a third wedding anniversary is leather. Although traditionally Mr Couture and I don't exchange gifts, choosing instead to share delicious food and spectacular wine under an indulgent ambiance––this time on the Wednesday night that our anniversary fell on.

There's something wonderfully outrageous about getting dressed up to have degustation on a Wednesday night, especially when I imagine everyone else going through their regular Wednesday night routine; doing as I normally would have: finishing work, going to gym, heading home for dinner and chores and finally plonking down in front of the telly for the evening.

Instead we were sipping old world wines, reminiscing and making plans for the future. Plans that involved a new leather lounge––it is the traditional gift after all.