"To My Dear and Loving Husband" by ANNE BRADSTREET If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee. If ever wife was happy in a man, Compare with me, ye women, if you can. I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold, Or all the riches that the East doth hold. My love is such that rivers cannot quench, Nor ought but love from thee give recompense. Thy love is such I can no way repay; The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray. Then while we live, in love let’s so persever, That when we live no more, we may live ever.
Agathe and Déodat’s rustic wedding took place one summer at the beautiful city of Saint-Eustache, Quebec.
They celebrated their wedding with their loved ones at the Paroisse Sainte-Dorothée in front of a joyful crowd that couldn’t stop shouting them praise because these two are just simply worth it.
Their celebration continued in the evening at the rustic, charming reception hall known as Sous le charmes des érables where speeches, good food and incredible dance moves were the highlights to conclude what was a day filled with laughs, life and love.
