There are many things I cannot promise you today, Genevieve. I cannot promise that we will never have rainy days, or that you will never sorrow. I cannot promise you that I will never grow frustrated or that we will never argue. I cannot promise that things will always be easy for us, that the world will bow to our wishes and desires as a sapling bows to the wind.
But I can promise you that when it rains, there will be a roof over your head and a warm quilt to lie beneath. I can promise you that when you sorrow, I will dry your tears and hold you close. I can promise you that when we argue, I will try to see reason and compromise, and respect your opinion as my own. I can promise you that I will do all I can to ease your burden, to care for you, to show you all the love and joy and delight you bring to my life. I can, and do, promise to love you, Genevieve, with all that I am, for all time.