They would’ve loved us

They would've loved us.

They would've loved watching us stride down the aisle, with me in my decorative white dress and you in your overly-dramatic tuxedo. They would've loved hearing about us, hand-in-hand, enjoying the wonders of the world. They would've loved listening to our petty little arguments that meant the world to both of us.

They would've loved seeing us as we danced together to whatever played on the radio. They would've loved visiting our monthly garage sales, in which I'd secretly sneak anything I didn't want to let go of back into the house.

They would've loved being happy for us.

If only you lived long enough for them to do so.