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“So, who is she?” On this day, where everything feels like a sign, I don’t hesitate when I say, “My future wife.”
Even in the darkness of the club, I know that hair. The shade is one I’ve memorized. Auburn as Cody first taught me. Kennedy Kay Auburn as I refer to it now.
“What are you doing?” “Buying you shoes. Your feet hurt.”
“Does this mean the honeymoon phase is over already?” “I hate you!” “See you at home, wifey!”
If we do this, I’m basically using you.” “Sounds terrible. Please, Kennedy, use me all you want.”
“Just think of this as one big game.” His tone is low and deep when he leans down to my ear and whispers, “C’mon wife. Play along.”
And to top it all off, when I got out of the shower, she explained the colors of the clothes I picked to wear tonight and pulled out other options for me in case I wanted to choose something else. She’s not even trying to keep me from falling for her.
With the entire stadium singing the song I walked down the aisle to, Isaiah extends his bat, points at me, and winks. He fucking winks. It’s the moment reality hits me… Miller was right. I think I might have a crush on my husband.
“Grief seems like a privilege, in a way,” she says. “To have loved someone so much that you can’t imagine life without them.
All this time, I wanted to practice, plan, and schedule how it’d happen. I wanted to be perfectly ready for love when the time came. But falling in love with Isaiah wasn’t a big, planned event. It was buying toothbrushes and providing food when I was too busy to eat. It was his mother’s ring and eating dinner together in a booth at Chili’s. It was his patience and unwavering commitment to show me my importance in his life.
