I Can Fix That

by Juliana Smith

But I kind of enjoyed watching this petite lady try her hardest to reach the top shelf.

I may be stubborn, but I am not so adamant I am willing to ruin the house just to finish this process.

He was beautiful. Well, as beautiful as a man could be.

I was remodeling the home to relive those memories and create more with my own family one day.

Being a chronic people-pleaser wasn’t all bad; you got to be the ray of sunshine in someone’s dark days. Sometimes you were the only sunlight they got to see. I found it’s the ones who are the darkest and need the most light.

But not just any ice; it was the chewy ice that makes you wish you were in the hospital just so you can have an unlimited amount of it.

I would rather live only one day getting to love you than a million years without you in my life.”

But then there was you. The polka dot, vanilla coke-obsessed, crocheting distraction that I tried to throw to the side, but you kept skipping back to me.

It was because God knew he was meant to be mine, and I was his.