Muddled Reflections, our story (part 2)

Last night we celebrated an October night eleven years ago. A beginning. This anniversary of the start is not our wedding date but we consider it our anniversary. We chose it. We chose it on a porch swing and sealed it with a kiss. A beginning. The start of a wild and sometimes very difficult ride. A trip that we both know we couldn't have taken with another.

Ten years ago this week we made another choice. We chose to keep the baby growing inside. We chose to grow up at the too young age of eighteen. We chose to be parents. We chose to be scared and clueless together. We chose to hold hands and jump.

So last night we celebrated a start and a choice. We put the girls to bed, got take out, and lit a candle. Then that child of the choice walked in and asked us why we were holding hands across the table and sharing whispered words. We told him that we began, on this night eleven years ago. He said without skipping a beat, "and then I was here." Steven and I shrugged a well he's pretty close. Then we all laughed and the two of us shared a look and a smile that said we had made the right choice.

Last October night we celebrated all of the good that started with a porch swing kiss.