Opinion

I hadn’t touched that box in quite awhile. It had been sitting under our bed, gathering dust while life continued all around it. It’s been years since I opened it up and pulled out the hundreds of cards, letters, emails, notes scribbled on scraps of paper and left on countertops. But, today I spent just a few minutes going back, through our own words, to the days when Chad and I were falling in love, to the years of money struggles, to all the ways we worked so hard to learn how to be married, how to really love another person as you love yourself.