Somehow my guy has managed to learn me and read me and accept me, and still choose me.
Somehow we have created a life better than anything I had planned, with a comfortable home and crazy kids and so much more – did I even plan at all?
We could blame it on luck or fate or coincidence, but that wouldn’t match up with who we are.
Somehow God knew this combination was the best one, even when we didn’t, especially when we didn’t.
Happy 22 to my Guy.