Once upon a time, there was a girl who met a boy with eyes the color of sea glass.
I cannot say whether he found her, or she found him, or whether the stars, the tides, or the winds from the four corners of the earth arranged themselves just so – but find one another they did.
Her curious spirit tended his intelligent soul.
He kept her grounded, and she set him free, and they found home within each other’s company.
Days stretched languidly into years and soon the boy asked the girl a question she only needed one word to answer.
Lengths of grace and lace and light accompanied them on the day simple words became divine promises.
And he had, and she held.
Since that time, in their story, there have been days of better, and days of worse … spans of richer and bouts of poorer … occasions of sickness, and stretches of health.
He has loved her, and she has cherished him.
In time two new heartbeats echoed the sound of their own. Two sets of hands swung between theirs, and two sets of feet stepped close to dance.
A new season brought sunlight-filtered smiles, sticky kisses and always, a golden glorious mess. In their most exhausted moments, he smiled a tired, secret smile, which she returned in a sleepy, happy daze.
Every day is imperfect, and beautiful for its mistakes. And every day the girl, who fell in love with the boy with sea glass eyes, is grateful for knowing the safety of his love.
This story has no end, only chapters that edge closer and further toward the brink of forever.