When we were about...fifteen or so, she used to the writer. She still writes, of course, but now I'm the one with the love affair with words and a need to write. When we were 25 or 26, I gave her a pen with an engravement on it --and told her to tell the stories she was meant to tell. A couple years ago, she said that objective now went to me, and it was my turn to tell the stories.
We used to lay together on the floor. Sometimes my head would be on her shoulder, and we'd stare at stick-on-the-ceiling stars and torn-out pictures of Gavin Rossdale from magazines and we'd talk about the future. Our futures are wildly different today than what we ever dreamed they would be.
And at 29, we're still figuring it out. We have absolutely no idea what in the hell we're doing, half the time, but we know this--we know the other will always be there. We've kept each other in our lives, come hell or high water and sometimes, both was involved. She is a face that I know I will see for the rest of my life. I have no doubt in my mind about this.
From the minute I fell off my bike when we were kids, and she ran back to get me even after everyone else was riding away...we knew. It was us.
Yesterday, she pledged to love another with her heart and soul, forever. I gained a brother-in-law into a family I've had since I was 13.
Happy Wedding Day Andrea.
You and I forever. And so it was, and so it will be.