i often find myself thinking about my life before lincoln. and lincoln's life before me.
i was perusing through his pictures on fb last night, which i've done many times before, and thinking about how
right at that moment
when the picture was being taken
he had no idea i was in his future.
it's strange to think about how lincoln lived for 22 years and 9 months without knowing me.
that's a really long time, if you think about it.
by the world's standard, it's young, yes.
but there are so many experiences in that time frame that i was never apart of.
he existed for all that time. but from my perspective he didn't exist until july of last year. then our lives intertwined and our existence began together.
our story becoming one.
but before these pages began, we were living, eating, breathing, trying, schooling, laughing, crying, talking... and that's just weird to think about, you know?
two separate lives. two separate stories. and then one day...
and that's where all love stories begin, no?
one day, a boy and a girl meet...
and in that day neither of them really knew how their lives might intertwine.
but intertwine they did, it took a while, but they did. ahem... lincoln.
once they did, it didn't take me a long time to know i would end up marrying my lincoln.
maybe 3 to 4 weeks, although, we didn't voice our feelings for quite some time later.
because that just makes a person vulnerable. no one wants that.
so here's a boy, who has existed for a long time, and here's a girl, who has existed in the same city, same high school... for all the same years.
then your worlds collide and both of you decide that you want to spend the rest of forever with the other.
like, way longer than you have existed on this mortal earth.
and do really big things together.
like get married.
and buy a house.
and have babies.
and that is just a little mind boggling, isn't it?
this is where love and logic are defined. by me.
logic would say: yes, that's a little mind boggling. two people. two lives. come together. and really big things.
my heart would say: my life is him. a piece of him has become a piece of me. and it would never make sense for us to part.
this is what made lincoln different--the one i chose.
i trusted that no matter what came our way, we would get through it together.
as a team. as one unit. as partners in crime. cheesy? i know, i'm sorry.
i guess what i'm trying to say is:
for the first time
it made sense in my heart.
and that made all the difference.
that's how i knew.
happy valentines day!
yay for love!