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I did not know then what I know now. How could I? What I knew then was that I was smitten beyond words. You were the first person in my life who had ever truly listened to me. The first to face me, in all my limitations, and see beauty. Even then, in this photo, I did not completely trust that vision. I suspected you were myopic.

I still suspect your vision is blurry. But what I know now is that beauty has many faces. I know that it takes the form of you standing in the storms, facing down the torrents of my insecurities that often threaten to drown me. I know that beauty lives in the peaceful way you bring me coffee and your willingness to suffer my high expectations. It rests between us when words are no longer necessary. In the way you hold me and have never thought of violence. The way you speak to me and about me. The way you walk. Oh, the way you walk, do you know how lovely you are walking hand-in-hand with our son? Or when I catch the sight of our shadow on the pavement, hands interlaced. It takes my breath away. And I could not imagine it then. I can barely grasp it now.

I did not know then that I was blessed. Blessed not for the loveliness of the day, but for the companionship in the trials on the horizon that we could not see then. Every fairytale has a villain, how else does good triumph? And we have met our fair share. We have slayed our dragons, run from wolves, and tricked the little men who would keep us from happiness. You and I know the truth: that all this beauty has been hard won. We have persevered, my love—we have endured.

I could not see then what I see now. But that is the beauty of fairytales. We don’t see the big bad wolf or the wicked witch coming our direction when we begin. Instead, we believe in happy endings. In a world where hope is elusive we take a step of faith into the unknown. Together.