I've had good days & tough days & a few damn-near-perfect days since we took the oath but every night when i crawl into bed, i feel anchored to something, & to someone. I'm most grateful for that because really, it's that sense of balance that lets me be bolder than i really am.
Cliché, true, as always..how much & how little has changed.
My hair's gotten darker, his flecked with grays. We moved from a house to an apartment, from our early-20s to late, but still there are nights & days & moments that make us feel like we're just pretending to be adults, like we're just moving through the motions.
I read once that a part of you will always hold on to the age someone was when you first met them, & i get it. I really do. He gave up graphic tees for tailored shirts, thicker beard to look wiser, but still, sometimes i glance over as he fastens his watch, grabs his wallet, & he's still twenty. Sometimes he's still my boyfriend.
Now with Qayla jumping on the bandwagon, every second is even more special. We've lived what feels like a lifetime in two short years. I keep a list of my favorite moments with my little family in the back of my mind & i mentally tick them off as they happen. This one's list-worthy, i'll think. Maybe even top ten.
That's what I thought a couple of nights ago, an ordinary night, during that short in-between time when our baby's sleeping safe & sound but we're still wide awake. I was sad for some reasons & i poured my heart out to him. He didn't try to fix anything but he gave me pieces of advice & said, "you're perfect enough & i'm grateful," & i knew he meant it.
Two years & counting, i'm forever head over heels. Alhamdulillah ❤
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