A best friend is discovered with time, like a patch of wildflowers that starts as a field of grassy stems and gradually, slowly, unfolds to to reveal color, depth and breath-taking beauty.
And so, I look back, having just celebrated our eighteen-month anniversary, and find myself awestruck at the beauty of life that has grown up around me. Eighteen months ago seems like awkward grassy stems; today seems like wonderfully rich and overwhelming goodness.
How could it be any better?
