The sky is filled with infinite stars, each one in a different direction, a different place, a different glittering body yearning for our attention. It’s easy to get distracted. Sometimes one shines a little brighter. It’s easy to get overwhelmed. Find focus is rarely simple. So it becomes easy to stand still and stare from afar, rather than risking following the wrong one. But each year is a risk, each day, each moment, and if we fail to follow something, we risk never finding where we belong.
And then there’s the North Star. It’s infinite compass guiding you. Defining your space. Sharing which direction to go. When you find it, you can follow it, you can resist it, you can go against it, but you always know where you are with respect to all that exists. Almost a year ago, we sat outside together, and I cried. I saw my dream. I looked at the life I wanted that could never be mine. I accepted it could never be mine. I shut down the idea because I thought it was best. Until you told me that I never had to do that. I never had to say never. That above all else, was my happiness. Above all else, was my dream for our family. Though the journey here, a current place of uncertainty, has been long, it is now ours. And if we are wrong, we are wrong together.
Wrong together will always be better than right alone.
Happy 12 years of marriage, Richard. 12 years of creating a life that is ours to live. 12 years that have led us here, because here, is my absolute dream place to be.