Once upon a time there was a girl. A cute girl. A bright spirited girl who couldn’t shine. Wouldn’t let herself shine. Her world was crushed under the oppression of expectations from 2 “perfect” parents.
Then this girl met a boy. She was 17 years old. Their first date was 3 months later, 3 weeks before her 18th birthday. They were engaged on the same date the following year, and married 12 months later.
His love and trust set her free.
Now. Today. That girl is strong and bold and wonderful. She still has a bright spirit, but now she shines. She shines everyday for the whole world to see.
A recent conversation lead to some simple mathematics, which in turn lead to the realisation that this girl, my wife, has spent more of her life with me than without me.
This story started almost 2 decades ago. But that was half a lifetime ago.