I may be a hopeless romantic but honestly, aren’t we all?
“I’m doomed,” H says to me, reaching for my hand as we walk across the parking lot.
“Doomed?” I ask him.
“Yeah,” he says, and sighs. “Doomed.”
I know what he means, and I give his hand a little squeeze. Today, it makes me giggle just a bit, but I know someday it will be the source of grief that sits heavy in my heart and leaves me wondering if I can even swing my legs over the side of the bed to face another day.
Falling in love is such a risk. Stepping into marriage is a gamble — better to have loved and lost, and all that. If all goes well, and the couple survive the terrible twos and taxes and a mortgage and life’s unexpected tragedies and teens and progress and setbacks and family vacations and work done well and Thanksgiving and cutting the grass and retirement and illness, there’s still “‘til death do us part.” If all goes well, in the end, one of us will grieve the loss of the other. Yes. We are doomed.
It’s a silly side effect of love.
Please click through and read the rest of this story at The Atypical Life. I promise it will be worth it. Not because you’ll get to read the rest of my story, but because you’ll get to meet Matt and Ginny Mooney, and learn about their son Eliot, his 99 days, and the world-changing work Matt and Ginny are doing as a result of Eliot’s one, brief, beautiful life. I’m honored to have been invited to help launch Matt’s new book, A Story Unfinished, 99 Days With Eliot.