comfortable

Like a favorite pair of jeans.

My love, who would have known the adventures we would meander through? Babies, and weddings, and grand babies, and funerals. Love and loss and everything in between. Tough times and magical ones. Memories that we alone share.

I am beyond amazed at how God took two messed up people like us. A baby with a baby and a rebel without a cause, and tumbled us around in His hands and allowed us to do all of this.

This. What we find ourselves in right here, right now.

Last week, sitting in front of a campfire in the woods eating crab legs straight out of a pot. Talking about everything and nothing. Missing your dad like crazy, and peering over the edge of what is to come for us: together.

Twenty Three Years. And it seems like yesterday.

Forever and Ever and Always.