11/21/2024: The Mortal and Finite Length of Forever

It’s been a long time coming and a long day already, but we finally made it home. I’m glad to be back for a while, where I know the roads, the places and the faces and I get to make new memories. This town in Dallas used to be my home not too long ago, and it’s nice to see that some things have changed but that most things have stayed the same. 

I’m in my old coffee shop right now, where my favorite barista actually remembers me every time I pay a visit. These are the subtle things you don’t notice or appreciate when you experience them every day, and these are the things that make it feel like I’m coming home, the one that Caleb and I made for ourselves on our journey together. 

Yesterday marked three years married and eleven years together for us. I look back and I can’t believe where we are now compared to where we were in our youth, our humble beginnings. I know we’re still young, but we were just kids then, learning about love and life together as we grew up side by side. And somehow we’re still learning and growing closer, even after all this time. 

I think the secret is that we’re each other's best friends first and foremost, and because of that I know there’s no one else on Earth that loves and understands me more, and I don’t know what I’d do or where I’d be now without that constant in my life. This big hearted teddy bear and king of goobers is the one for me, and there’s nothing I love more than all our unspoken words, our little life we’ve built together, and all the fun and laughter in between. 

I think that even when the mortal and finite length of forever runs out that we’ll always have each other, that I’ll always get to talk to my best friend and always get to love him. The years keep flying by and time with him grows more precious as we live our lives and chase our dreams, but there’s nothing else I’d rather be doing, and there’s definitely nobody else I would want to do it with. 

As we celebrate and reminisce on where we are, I like to think our past selves would be proud.