All this time, the whole time we were dating, Shea was the one who said he was waiting. No, wrong. I’d been waiting my entire life for him. For our love, for our marriage, and for this exact feeling, right here, right now, of pure and perfect wholeness. Every choice, every step, every thought, every feeling I’d ever had, all of it, had laid out the path of my life that brought me here, into Shea’s arms and his heart and his bed, and into this life and our love.
