10. Ten. Dix. On. عشرة. Десять. Diez. Zehn. Tio.

May our love be like a tree, that sprouts from a seed full of life and optimism and enthusiasm, that weathers the seasons and the storms and floods and droughts of life to become stately and wise and venerable.  May our love flower gloriously and lushly and with abandon in the spring, may it swell and breathe and add to itself and heal its wounds in the summer, may it be beautiful and gracious in letting go of its gifts and its old ways in the fall, and may it hide its secrets and endure when winter comes.  May our love give rise to other loves, other lives, and in its passing (and ours) clear room for other loves to grow tall and strong in its place.  May it become compost for many other loves.  May our love be but one tree in a whole forest of loves.

~ Written by Kit & Emily Condill, ©2003