05 March 2016

“I don’t want... shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I want… a steady hand. A kind soul.” - Shana Abe

Tonight Joseph and I went to Cold-Stone after we ran some errands, and as we sat eating our ice-cream, a group of super energetic, attractive high-schoolers came in. They were having the time of their lives with their dates, and for a minute I felt like - insaaaaaanely old. (Also the fact that I'm turning a quarter of a century in 3 months does NOT help.) My date nights now include trips to the grocery store to buy neosporin, (what!?) and more often than not watching Netflix and falling asleep by 11. I looked at Joseph and told him that I feel ancient and I don't even know what cool terms are anymore. 

But really. The other day my 18-year-old friend sent me a text with the abbreviations WYD and it took me like 5 minutes to figure out what it meant.

Joseph looked at me ever-so-patiently and smiled. "Kenna, when I was 14, I was at Cold-Stone sitting across a group of kids I will never see again, but tonight I'm sitting across from you. And in 50 years I'll be sitting across from you, and we will still be eating our ice-cream, and I wouldn't have it any other way."

As he finished what he was saying his voice cracked, and I looked up at him and he had tears in his eyes. And in that moment I decided that there is literally nothing in the whole entire world I would want more than what I have right now. I have it all.

So yes, most date nights I still wear sweat pants, and it's highly likely I will never won't be wearing make-up. Most date nights will involve boring talks about finances and monthly budgeting and spiritual strengthening and our 3, 5, and 10 year goals...

But look who I get to have those insanely monotonous talks with! And *bonus* I get to have these super monotonous talks with him 50 years from now. (Except we probably won't be making 10 year goals because let's be honest who knows how much longer we'll have.)

Point is I'm grateful. Point is God has blessed me more than I ever thought possible. Point is I'm a lucky girl and there's nobody else I would rather grow ancient with.


Love you forever, babe.

(Also, for you old folk, WYD means what are you doing. You're welcome for saving you the embarrassment. ;)