Around this time nine years ago, I was getting my hair done when a bellman brought a grande Starbucks up to the suite where me & my (nine!) girls were getting ready. On the side, written in a familiar handwriting were the words “I love you a latte.”
And right then, for the one millionth time, I was reminded of how I was- and continue to be- the luckiest girl on the planet.
See I started to type right there, “I was reminded of how I was making the best decision ever,” but the truth is marrying Justin was never really a decision. At least no more than the earth decides to rotate around the sun or we decide to let gravity have a pull on us or two magnets decide to snap together with a force that makes it impossible to pull them apart.
The truth is, I was born to love this boy. As if it’s coded in me, right down to my DNA.
Every part of me is happy just to be in his orbit. His is the kind of gravity that pulls you in and makes you feel rooted, but still lets you know what it is to fly. And the forces that snapped us together to begin with nine years ago, just get stronger over time. I’m pulled to him. Anchored to him, like a ship that’s safe in the storm. And sometimes when we sit on the couch together and I press the side of my face against his, I get what the magnet was going through…It’s like you always want to know what it is to be just a little bit closer.
I know a love like ours is rare in this world. I get that. And I know that not everyone gets to have it. So that is why with every breath in me I am grateful. So, so, so grateful. And that makes me feel like the luckiest girl on the planet.
With all the gravity and orbiting and forces greater than us that entails.
Here’s to the first nine of ninety.
Love you more J,