It's been three years since we've been here in the summertime. Without the winter snow to dampen the ghosts, memories of an alternative future flood my heart. It was here at the white table where we sat and grilled sausages for the children. It was over there at the caring tree where one made promises they didn't keep. But that was yesteryear. New promises we make, and this time they will stick. I know because they come out of my mouth. I promise you, we will grow old together across decades, across oceans. And, when my hair is all the way gray, and even the children are old, I will hold your hand and say: look, we are here again, and we have kept our promises. #promises #rockhammar #love
