Moments

921 days

From Mexico to Canada,

Hiking, sailing, driving, and camping.

Two years, six months, seven days.

You braved the world that was your fear.

You saw the sea, touched the desert, and felt your first snow.

You are everything that scares me, and everything I love.

You are the beast that has plagued me and the dream that has made me. 

Thank you for those 921 days.

If she has something to tell me, I’ll receive an email with nothing in the body, but a Word doc attached. That’s where she writes her message.

Whenever she wants to email me a photo, she does so via an empty Word doc with said photo set as its background.

But my favorite thing was the first time I witnessed her visiting a website. She had me spell the URL (“W… W… W… dot…”) and with my own two eyes I watched her type it into Word, made it a hyperlink, and Ctrl click it to go there.

*reads 3 pages of a case*