I once walked along a path of roses.  The forgotten remnants of a wedding long since past.  And I remembered to say my own vows.  A vow to honor and cherish and love this life.  A vow to walk and breathe and live through sickness and health.  A vow to experience the world in all it’s glory until death made us part.  I married my own joy that day… without a dress, without a witness, without a minister.  At the end of the path, a lake was quiet in the evening sun.  No one cheered for my choices or made promises back.  But, in the mirrored surface of the water,…