Twelve years ago today Ethan proposed to me.
He stood in the tiny kitchen in our little cabin in the woods of Northern California and asked me to be his wife. He presented me with this teeny tiny emerald ring. All nervous, he was so adorable.
I, of course, said yes.
Sometimes I look back at my life and I see how many awful decisions I’ve made, both in matters of business and matters of the heart, but marrying Ethan was not one of them.
In fact, marrying Ethan is likely the single best decision of my life.
Twelve years later we are still in love. Still adore each other. Still take care of each other. We’re closer than we’ve ever been, and our lives keep getting better. Mostly, because we have each other.
Throughout the pain and disappointments life often hands us, we have each other.
Perhaps it’s not in my cards to be a great author. To be a bestselling novelist. To be an extraordinary teacher or an inspiration to others. Perhaps I won’t ever do something that will make the world a better place.
Perhaps none of these things are in my future because I already got my great life’s wish: Love.
True unwavering love.
And I’d rather have that than any of the rest.
To my world, my heart, my breath, my soul, my other self, my everything:
Ethan Rose, you are my miracle. I love you.