He wouldn’t have come within ten feet of my crazy. I was the same person back then, but he wouldn’t have been able to see it. I couldn’t even see it, after all.
As it turns out, *being engaged* means more than addressing invitations and planning a seating chart.
I’m not going to minimize the things that have gone wrong, but I think it’s so refreshing to reflect on all of the things that have gone right. This year, I’m thankful for so, so, so many things.
For 18 years of my life, I grew up with a mother, a father, and a brother. My dad was a doctor, my mom was a lawyer, my brother and I went to a great school, and it was pretty much suburban bliss. My parents were married for years and years, and they still had…