Through years of light and shadow,
through fear and fierce delight,
your love has held its compass
and kept the long road bright.
When sickness tried to name me,
you answered without fear;
your steadfast heart became the
strong pulse that drew me near.

Love that walks beside us,
weathered, tried, and true;
Love that keeps its promise—
Andrew, this is you.
Fifteen years of mercy,
ten of wedded grace;
God has dwelt among us
in every time and place.

When kidneys failed and futures
felt fragile, thin, or torn,
you stayed through every vigil,
each night that blurred to morn.
And now your own new journey,
with diabetes’ claim,
we meet it side by side as
our love learns, all the same.

Love that walks beside us…

We crossed the seas to Gibraltar,
then found our way back home;
through packing up and starting
again with more to own.
Redundancies and heartache,
the questions no one plans—
yet still we shaped a household
with gentle, open hands.

Love that walks beside us…

And in the warmth of kitchens,
your gifts have fed our days—
the casseroles for comfort,
the pies that speak your praise.
You taught me gentle patience
with pancakes on the pan;
in every meal you offer,
I taste the heart you span.

Love that walks beside us…

And in the quiet evenings,
our cats curled at our feet,
we learned that love is mostly
the small things, soft and sweet.
A cup of tea at sunrise,
a shoulder when I break,
the laughter in the kitchen,
the peace we daily make.

Love that walks beside us…

So now we stand remembering
the road that brought us here —
the vows renewed in living
through every passing year.
If grace has any language,
it sounds like you and me;
a covenant of courage,
a shared fidelity.

Love that walks beside us,
weathered, tried, and true;
Love that keeps its promise —
Andrew, this is you.
Fifteen years of mercy,
ten of wedded grace;
God has dwelt among us
in every time and place.