Ah, puffy's hubby - I hope you're not tubby as well -
( Do forgive me. I have a sense of humour from hell )  

Welcome to this coven of craftsmen wild and true
Who decided to help Puffy towards her borrowed and her blue
And now after you've tarried, yet decided to be married,
Let me grace thee with wings to help you when you're harried -
As you will be. You'll see. Each monday comes the mundane,
the daily grind of life that bogs life's existence on this plane
the work, the frustrations, the worries for home and health
And the endless grind of striving to acquire even more wealth -
Yet, shall I gift thee both with the gift of wonder?
Even though youth's emphemerality passes in a summer,
Even though love's heat passing time will yet plunder,
Even though these very words shall fade like passing thunder...
Yea, even though all this be, true love yet endures.
It alone has the grace to boldly slice through fear,
Its true light illumes the laughter through the tears
And it alone shows the path that holds steady through the years.
So wonder at your love, children, and hold the magic glow
And wonder at the simple truth that answers troubles so -
"Naught shall destroy us, nor fire burn into the soul
If but through love we hold steadfast to our goals..."
And it shall be so. Time will not wear you down
Not shall fire scorch, nor ill fortune make you frown
Not the fury of fortune nor disease make you rue
If to your love and compassion you will hold true. 
Love, Foxy.