People get old.
Assuming that they are healthy, they can go on for a while.
But it's not the number you reach that determines the value of your life, rather it's the number you reach.
Every day I get near enough the same message come up on my phone:
"You have memories with Suzanne Williamson and x others to look back on today"
And every day I get the same feeling... Every day I get excited to rack my brain as to what we might have been through together on this day at some point in the last 10 years.
I'll be honest, when I click the link and look back through the Facebook posts it's not all as riveting as my mind imagines, but the point is she was there, we were making memories together, and that still excites me.
Aside from the obvious fact that she is stunning, and her tolerance levels are greater than anyone I've ever met (except possibly my mother who has my dad to contend with too), there's a choice that we both make every day that says whatever comes our way we choose to love each other, to want to be with each other and to love each other...
And then there is child number 2... Following on from my reasoning for Micah's names, here's what I wrote when Ellie was born:
One day my daughter will ask "Why "Eliana Grace"?"
Names used to mean something. They used to be important. For us, Micah was easy. It was a unanimous decision, with reason and meaning. There were the joke names that were suggested, but no real contenders.
I wrote what follows the day Micah was born, sat on a beanbag watching TV and waiting for visiting time...
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