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Looking at Fisher in that bed and being unrecognizable to him was a clear reminder that I, nor anyone else, shouldn’t rely on another human to be a measure of self-worth and success.
“I think love—the good kind—holds an equal mix of wonder and familiarity. That feeling like you know someone, yet you also know parts of them are still a mystery that you can’t wait to slowly discover. If there’s no wonder, I think the love can die. If there’s no familiarity, I think the love already feels dead. If I were the one marrying you, I would be bothered more than I am. But you chose her.”
There really was nothing that signified life more than a baby’s first cry. It was like she announced her place in the world. As equal and deserving as anyone else.
The only gift I cared to give my future husband was the most confident version of myself. A full heart and a humbled soul.
