I want to grow old with you. I want your face to be....

“ I want to grow old with you. I want your face to be the first thing I see in the morning and the last thing I see at night. I want to feel my children growing inside you. Sarah, my love. I want to worship the Lord with you, and hear your laughter until the day I die. ”

Tessa Afshar

From : Harvest of Gold