When I woke up this morning, the first thing I saw was our non-closet (yep, we live in a place with no closets). It’s right on my side of the bed, so it’s only natural that it’s what I saw. More specifically, though, I saw three letters that started my day off on the right foot.
You see, as those shirt sleeves hung there, I was just overwhelmed with gratitude that I get to do life with this guy–my husband, my partner. In a tiny house or no house, I want him by my side. In sickness or in health, good times or bad (these are good, by the way–our little hill is really pretty fun), for richer or for poorer, no matter the circumstance, I choose him. Everyday. All day. Over and over again.