W is for We

We were wondering, when we went walking, where we would wander, what we would witness, why we were worried. We were wed...woman and man, worthy of each other, for better or worse. Without being wishy-washy or wasting time, we welcomed wee ones into the world...wow, wild. We watched, wallowing in wide-eyed wonder. We warped into wallflowers, watchdogs, waiters working for these wacky wayward whippersnappers. We waged wars of wit and will. We waded in the wash of windy waves. We wangled our ways into each others hearts...warmth. Without words of warning, while we were watching the way winding, we were weak, weary, worn. What once were wee ones were now weening themselves away, weaving their own webs, whereby we...well...We would have wept were it not for the wealth we won. We will be...wisecracking, weird, whimsical...witnesses to wonderful.