These are some of the wooden roses we had as table decorations for our wedding. They were cheap and cheerful, as everything had to be, and they remind me that there is hope for romance even for a sickly divorcée in her late 30s (as I was then!).
Lots of my life dreams have not come about, but I was married in the Norman church I always dreamed I would be, to a man who is kind, intelligent, loving and funny. We have had an extremely tough time of it so far, but I hold onto the hope, when I look at them, that good things can still happen, even when you have stop believing they will.
Photo and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017