With me.

I fell asleep last night with a smile on my lips.
I am so happy inside, happy like I laugh when no one is watching and sometimes I dance a little while I am smiling…and I even yell out sporadically in my car with pure glee.

He loves me.
Andrew loves me.
He picked me to be his wife.

I carry his invitation around in my pocket like a little secret. A promise wrapped in white gold around my finger.

He asked me.

To grow old with him and turn all wrinkly together.
To hike waterfalls, cook dinner, buy a house, jump out planes, race go-carts and sleep in hammocks in the afternoon…he wants to do all the little things and the gigantic things…with me.

And that makes me happy.