The seventh wedding anniversary, better known as the Great Depression years and was called the "Marriage of wool, or copper" is the most feared of all married couples. But if in some ways is the bane of every couple in love, for others it represents the rebirth of a deep relationship based on a sincere feeling. And when you're lucky enough to overtake you find yourself in love like the first day in each other's arms, ready to renew the promises ... ready to repeat once again: "Yes, I do".
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ubi you Gaius, ibi ego Gaia>> Latin bed reciting the ancient formula which, although now disused, still calls every day married couples more or less young people to promise: "Where You Are , I'll be there. " This formula
I made mine, and became the foundation of my marriage, which has seven years later, continues to bear fruit. Two of these are the greatest joys of my life, my life is not figli.Forse would give them to me if my husband had not said: \u0026lt;\u0026lt;dove sei, you there I sarò>>.
My last pearl is born own during the seventh wedding anniversary, which to me is not been the year of the crisis, but the year of the rebirth of my marriage, my family and myself. Last year I gave birth to three of my creatures: a son, a new job as a wedding planner and an adjoining site with blogs.
Today more than ever convinced that wherever you are my better half, there I I will be.
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