Today is five years since you did not come back home to me.

I decided that instead of being sad today, I’m going to spend my time reflecting on those moments we did get to share.

So I pulled out our photos.

I found so many pictures from those trips you would take me on when it was just us.

I laughed thinking about how we would fight like cats and dogs for the first three days

and then somehow become inseparable for the rest of the trip…

not wanting to go back home.

That was us.

If only we knew, right?

It didn’t matter who was right or who got the last word…

it mattered that we were crazy about each other….

that we would go to hell and back just to keep the other

happy and safe

If only we knew that one day I would be sitting here without you

looking through these pictures,

wishing I could step back inside some of those moments

for just a little while.

I miss the life we were meant to finish together.

I miss that place on your chest where my head perfectly rested.

There was supposed to be more.

More of that

messy, complicated, and mostly really hard

but beautiful

life.

I’m grateful for it.

Grateful
that I got to live and love with you.

and

Honored
that I was made for you

and

that you were made for me….

I still miss you.

I celebrate the life we had.

I celebrate you.

I celebrate us.

—💋