June 19, 2015

Two Years One Month

Two years and one month of late night giggles, dodging lipstick kisses, and eating ice cream while watching airplanes pull weary passengers home.

We're airplane watchers. Since those timid first dates a few years back, we have escaped to the airport to watch airplanes when we have needed to hash out life and all its glorious struggle. We watch the west bound planes take off and we dream about where they're going. We watch the eastbound planes take off and I reminisce about a coastal life I haven't lived in 4 years. We watch planes come in for landing and wonder if this beautiful, windy state will ever feel like home to us. We dream, we laugh, we cry...we live. 

Two years and one month of heated arguments and humble apologies. Two years and one month of wedding vows being acted out every day, every minute, every moment. Two years and one month of growth, travel, accomplishments, decisions, and love. 

I used to think that I wanted to be alone for life. I wanted to fly solo, see the world without any baggage, and never settle down. I used to think that falling in love was a path for other people to take and that no one could match my restless ambitions. I used to think that running away from love kept me young and wild, free from commitment and free to live out all my dreams. 

And then at the worst possible timing, in the blink of an eye, my world shifted. Suddenly I was learning and growing and being challenged by a man who loves the coast almost as much as me. A man who embraces imperfection but still strives for the best possible outcome he can reach. A man who embodies steadfast love, forgiveness, and second chances. 

My world-weary old soul met a man who can only ever be described as young at heart. And in just a few blinks of an eye I knew that I didn't have to run anymore. 

Oh how glorious it is to have been wrong about so many things.

We watch airplanes and wonder what contrails we'll leave through the sky. We wonder what dust our shoes will carry and what countries will become engraved on our hearts. We wonder who we will become after twenty more years of questions, refining moments, and unknown adventures. We wonder who we are in this fantastically weird moment of life called the "right now".

Two years and one month of pure joy, Dr. Pepper shaming and shameless Dr. Pepper drinking, furniture painting, windows down singing, mismatched joking... and we are still watching airplanes and always counting the blessing of knowing that we don't know what comes next.

Cheers to two years and one month, my love.