Six revolutions around the sun. From a honeymoon roadtrip to SoCal, moving to the DC area, and landing back where we met in the best Midwest, I am more in love than ever with my traveling companion and best friend. To paraphrase Wendell Berry, expectations are a puff of smoke. We chose to fit our lives together, to make hard sacrifices for each other, and to depend on God’s grace wherever we lacked. We are far from perfect, but Brett will never leave and I will never give up.
Maybe someday we’ll even own an old station wagon like the one in the picture.