If I could have written the perfect love story, it would have been this life we are living. Loving one another, encouraging each other through every trial and issue. Waking up every morning with you by my side. Planning our future home and travels. In my mind, I would've wanted this journey to start much earlier than it did; but I know I wouldn't have been ready to love you like you needed to be loved any sooner. I know our future is brighter than it has ever been. Some chapters are finally closing in my life, to make availability my whole being to you. A year ago, you were pondering my exit and my return. I wanted so much to hear the word "stay", but we both know it was better the way our God saw fit. Another year down, that makes two. Two years discovering what love was and what it means. I never knew that hardships, cancer, failure would've played such an important role in finding the simple beauty of you. I no longer look at things being negative, all I see is wonder of love in you. You've seen me in my frailest of moments, wallering in pity and shame of things that have loomed over me. And you loved me just the same. You've caught many of my tears over the last two years and walked miles by my side thousands of miles apart. The roots of this journey of love are founded and settled. The shaft of the puny flower is just about to bud. Waiting for the glorious moment of full bloom. I cant wait till the day all will see what our most wonderous love looks like at "home". The day our journey takes us from "here" to "there".