“Forget what we're told. Before we get too old. Show me a garden that's bursting into life.” It was October 18, 2009 when we stood beneath the oak tree and made promises that you write when you’re hardly an adult and only know what you’ve lived so far. We promised to fight hard for love, for each other. We promised to grow old together, but only if we HAD to age at all. We promised to never fall victim to the world’s ideas and suggestions of who we should become and how we should love. I promised to kill all the spiders and keep ketchup stocked. He promised to take me on adventures like the years prior when we had a strobe light in the car. “Let's waste time chasing cars around our heads. I need your grace to remind me to find my own.” We were sure that we were getting married because we wanted to, not because we needed to. But there were parts of us that needed the other. I needed his gentleness, his grace, his understanding and his calm. He needed my voice, my wild, my stubborn nature, my drive and my fierce defense of love. “If I lay here. If I just lay here. Would you lie with me and just forget the world?” Our marriage was built on a foundation of faith, but it was also built by the backbones of two people who were wildly inspired by their mothers who were single parents for a while. Two people who were determined to outlive the growing pains of our teen and young adult years. Two people who worked hard to be together and knew that the work was only beginning. “All that I am. All that I ever was is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see.” And we danced. 🎵 Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol, our first dance. 10/15: What song holds significance in your partnership?