I don’t love Grace because she’s perfect all the time. Hell, no one can make me want to pull my hair out faster than her sometimes. I love Grace because she wants to be better, always strives to be the best she can. That doesn’t mean she never has a bad day. It means her bad days are not what define her. It’s her stubbornness, her willingness to learn from her mistakes, and her strength to pick herself up and always do better. She makes me want to be a better man—someone worthy of her. She’s more than I ever hoped for in a mate. And definitely more than I ever deserved.
