Sky blue, a color of which I am inordinately fond, has always been significant in our relationship; both in happy and in sad times.

I remember the sky was blue the day we met.

I remember the sky was blue the day I fell in love with you.

I remember the sky was blue the first time you kissed me.

I remember the sky was blue the day you first told me you loved me.

I remember the sky was blue the first time we made love.

I remember the sky was blue the day you told me you were going to marry Shannon.

I remember the sky was blue the day you did marry Shannon.

I remember the sky was blue the day you left me.

I remember the sky was blue the day you returned to me.

I remember the sky was blue for your second wedding.

I remember the sky was blue for your third wedding.

I remember the sky was blue for your fourth wedding.

I remember the sky was blue the day we buried Caitlin.

I remember the sky was blue the day Tobias told us of his illness.

I remember the sky was blue the day we laid him to rest.

I remember the sky was blue the day you gave Abigail into Timothy's loving care.

I remember the sky was blue the day we all gathered to christen their twin boys.

I remember the sky was blue the day you proposed to me.

I remember the sky was blue the day we exchanged vows.

I remember the sky was blue the day we left America on a six-month cruise.

Sky blue, a color of which I am inordinately fond, has always been significant in our relationship; both in happy and in sad times.