- I was never, not ever going to marry that Andy Ayres. He was too wild.
- But he had these eyes — the kind that change grey to blue to green, depending on his mood.
- And a streak of kindness unlike anyone I’d ever met. Genuine kindness, that no matter how I acted or what I did, he was still kind.
- Then there was this radical outlook on life — that you never know how long you’re going to get, so you might as well live the best you can, making the world as good as you can, because each day is a gift.
- And he made me better than I am.
- He has an unshakable faith, but he’s not religious. He’s too real to be defined by rituals.
- He makes me coffee every morning. Packs my lunch when I need it. Keeps gas in my car.
- Except today. Today, of all days, he forgets. I make my own coffee. Pack the cooler on my own. Pump gas myself. It makes me love him more.
- Because he doesn’t just love me on the days set aside as events. He loves me in the ordinary, the unmarked, the uneventful days.
- He makes a celebration of the everyday.
- Today marks fourteen years.
- And so much more.
- It is the moments, not the years that count. The moments of serving and taking big giant steps of faith and laughing and crying. And knowing…
- No matter what, we are in this together.
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