I feel incredibly lucky to be able to say I’ve had a lot of adventures in my 28 years on this weird little planet.
I’ve travelled to far away places, studied book after book after book, was born into a family that gives love to the ends of the earth, met some of the best people out there, met some of the worst out there too, experienced student life, watched my little brother share his musical talent like I might burst with pride, packed up and moved to a new city with only my gut feeling to go on, cried in the back of several taxis, loved, lost, lived in a city that would tear my heart into pieces and mend it in a single evening, adopted the most un cat-like kitties in the world, met the one, rode an elephant, stood at the edge of the Grand Canyon and felt his heartbeat thump against my shoulder blade.
And I said yes.
That’s us almost two years ago. Honestly my heart right there is the fullest it’s ever been.
I met this guy and he decided he wanted me to stick around. Forever.
I look at that picture and I remember everything.
I remember the first meeting, the first date, the first I Love You. I remember when I sat in my room at university and decided that this was the guy I couldn’t let go. I remember that long distance was tough but so worth it. I remember wondering when he’d figure out he deserved so much better. I remember crying in Newark car park every time he took the train back to London.
The adventures we’ve had together have all moulded into this one picture on our wedding day. I look at that picture and I can see us in the future – old, wrinkled, two grumps, probably with a few more cats and wearing matching cardigans.
But still laughing.
My greatest adventure, then, is all that’s left to come.
photo credit: Lisa Jane Photography.