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I was grateful for my life. Not the potential of it, or the purpose it served. Not for what I hoped one day, if every single miracle came true, it could be. But for how it looked today.
We had to chase the joy when it presented itself to us.
this woman was all the things I’d hoped one day I would be: a little more worldly, a little less afraid to ask for what I wanted, sympathetic to the ambiguities of life and the complicated choices we all faced. Not necessarily brave, but aware of the fact that it was courageous just to get up each day when there was so much to fear…Maybe most importantly—this woman liked herself.
“I love you. Be kind to yourself, please.”
“Because you decided at some point that your value to people is how perfect you are?”
The links between us all—how this family of sorts was held together through memory and history and laughter.
“We’ll fight armed with hope.
And it was that connection—the way our souls had at some point become one shared life—that
we deserve all the joy we can get these days.”
“Marriage is a partnership, a lifelong pact of trust, and an agreement to depend on each other while you navigate the often stormy seas of life.
Cherish one another. Appreciate the moments you are given, ephemeral as they may be. Do not dwell in the past or scurry toward the looming future. And be grateful, each day, for the love that you share.
do not equate bravery with fearlessness.
