I met him just before we walked down the aisle together. Afterward, he remembered feeling my hand shake and my heart pound as we walked down the aisle, and I remembered that he wasn’t ashamed to cry at his brother’s wedding.

I little dreamed that life would turn our two paths into one, or that we’d walk down Lover’s Lane, hand in hand. But we did, and when he asked me to spend the rest of my life with him, I said yes.

That first day we met, I never dreamed we’d be walking down another aisle, pledging to stick out this unpredictable adventure called life and set out together on our own happily ever after. 

That was three years ago now. I still feel butterflies when he says my name, when he takes my hand. I miss him when he’s at work; everything is so much better when we’re together. He is my best friend. More now than ever before.

Oh, it hasn’t all been smooth sailing. Every life is going to have bumps along the way. But I’m thankful that it is him and me. I’m glad that when God wrote our stories, He decided that we were better together than apart.

I’m just glad that he + I= together.

written for five minute friday