If someone could fast forward twenty-five years, where would they find me and Bex? I hope, more than anything, that they’d see love between us. I hope we’re still standing shoulder to shoulder, no matter what we’ve had to endure. I hope we have children with Bex’s eyes and our shared determination. I hope we’re walking together on the beach, talking about everything and nothing. I hope I’m privileged enough to say that even my most ordinary moments are special because I get to share them with her. My wife.
