"My love, you are sunlight falling through trees. You are laughter that breaks through my sadness. You are the breeze on a too-warm day. You are clarity in the midst of confusion. You are not the world, but you are everything that makes the world good. Without you, my life would still exist, but that’s all it would manage to do." - The One, Kiera Cass
Six months ago, on a chilly day in Duluth, one of my dearest friends read this during my wedding ceremony. I look fondly on so many moments from that day, but this one elevates itself---standing at the base of the stairs in the Glensheen Mansion, my closest friends and family looking on, and hearing this, knowing it to be so very true.
Seeing as this coming Monday is our six-month wedding anniversary, and Valentine's Day is just around the corner, it seems appropriate to introduce you to the better half of this Harris duo---my husband, Evan.
Beginning when I left the safety of home for college, I've wandered in what seems like an endless stream of bad relationships. Men who used me, boys with ill intent masquerading as men, a few who truly loved me but I found it impossible to feel the same. These relationships drained me yet taught me more than years of school could, and for that I will never regret them. And then Evan came along.
I had all but given up on the idea that someone could actually make me happy, and so committed myself to a period of self-improvement and challenge. During that time, I started a golf league at my office; on our first meet-up, one of Evan's team members canceled at the last minute, and I took their spot. Being the slowest walkers in the group, we strolled together, chatting and laughing; within the next few weeks, we went on several more golfing expeditions and enjoyed many episodes of Seinfeld, airing of grievances, and feats of strength.
After our third date, something inside of me knew that we were destined to build a life together.
I don't share this story because I feel you need to know the chronology of our relationship or the exact events of the last four years, but rather to reiterate the sentiments of the opening passage. I never knew the magnitude of choosing to share your life with someone, particularly when that person is everything you didn't know you lacked.
Evan serves as my steady rock when my anxiety gets the best of me.
He laughs at my jokes, even when they're not worth the chuckle.
He smiles and tells me all of my cooking is good, even when I force him to eat tofu.
He agrees that Ghost Adventures is one of the finer American TV shows, making me feel less ridiculous.
He pushes me to challenge myself and take risks.
He is my Sunlight.
He is my Breeze.
He is my Laughter.
He is everything that makes life wonderful.
And there's nothing more beautiful than that.
With Valentine's Day approaching, I'm looking for ideas on how to make the day extra special. Do you and your significant other have a Valentine's Day ritual? If you're single, how do you treat yourself? Tell me all about it in the Comments section or on my Facebook page!
Also, check back tomorrow for the first installment of Sunday Link Roundup, where I'll share all of the cool/interesting/bizarre things I've found during my life on the internet this week.
Writer, editor, and storyteller living in the Twin Cities.