A Love Bigger Than My Dreams
I’m not done dreaming. In fact, my dreams prove far more ambitious now than any I had when she said, “I do,” on a Maryland beach. I’m not the man she married, but she has adapted to every version of me.
I’m not done dreaming. In fact, my dreams prove far more ambitious now than any I had when she said, “I do,” on a Maryland beach. I’m not the man she married, but she has adapted to every version of me.
So, why am I mentioning it again? Why even blog about the foremost embarrassment in my memory? To disarm it. To take away some of its power. To help me laugh at it for the first time and chalk it up to fate. To remind myself that I don’t have it all together.