When climbing this jagged, angled staircase of life, every so often I find a room. A room with smooth, white walls and rounded corners. A room with soft, pillow-like couches. And almost everytime I find a room like this, a safe spot, I find her there. I think one of the best parts of being married to her, is finding her again and again and again just around the next few spirals of the staircase in that room with rounded corners and fluffy couches.
Some days we walk the stairs together, others we walk alone. But, no matter how difficult the staircase gets at times, regardless if I make it up one flight or twelve each day, she's always there, waiting for me.
