we have loved through the beautiful and through the ugly. i will always love you at your darkest, because i know who you are, who you were made to be. you will lift me up when i can no longer walk anymore, because you know the mistakes do not change my destiny. love drowns all anger, all sadness, all imperfection. there is no sin that we will not forgive in each other. no hurt that makes this not worth it. there is only ridiculous, undeserving, irrational, marvelous love. i will choose you always.
Be the one who nurtures and builds. Be the one who has an understanding and a forgiving heart. One who looks for the best in people. Leave people better than you found them.
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Being driven and being purposeful are two very different things. Drive tends to seek out any accomplishment. Purpose intentionally seeks only what it was born to do.
Anonymous asked: Are you and Ryan totally financially independent?
I am not sure what you mean? We are totally independent as in we can totally support ourselves with both of our jobs. We’ve never needed help in that area, which is a big blessing. We do share bank accounts and all money though. :)
the first time we ever talked on the phone, we were nervous. i remember my voice shaking and you laughing a lot at our awkward silences. i didn’t really know what to say and our phone connection was bad, but i liked you so much and we were trying so hard to be cool amidst our childlike excitement. and then…something happened. you asked me some questions and then i couldn’t stop talking. i poured my heart to you that night as a 15 year old, sneaking late night words that were pure gold. more precious than anything i’ve ever been given. i shared the stories of my childhood in the woods, of books, and homemade bows and arrows. you told me about your childhood, about the magic of going to Wrigley Field and Brookfield Zoo, and about the city that was yours. and then as we were barely hanging on, falling asleep at 2am, you in an effort to be cute and corny and romantic, asked if you could read me a bedtime story. you read this silly little kid’s book and you made your voice each of the character’s voices and i giggled and giggled and i knew i loved you then. my story teller. it was the first moment we knew, i think, knew it was more, knew something eternal was stirring. it was with a story that it started, an effort to find magic in this broken world. and we did. we found it. my story telling man, all our stories came true.