Our lives became one.

It was yours to mark out our way through the world; mine to walk by your side.

The path, thus far, has been a flowery one, thanks to your love and care! But no life-path winds always amid soft and fragrant meadows.

There are desert places on the road, and steep acclivities; and there are dark, devious valleys, as well as sunny hill-tops.
Pilgrims on the way to the Promised Land, we must pass through the Valley and the Shadow of Death, and be imprisoned for a time in Doubting Castle, before the Delectable Mountains are gained.

Oh, Edward, murmur not, but thank God for the path he has shown us, and for the clear light that falls so warmly upon it.