He wanted to build Her a cabin, one that they could grow old in. Raise a family, have dinner conversations that would last through the night. He wanted to have a place that he could teach his son how to live and love, how to treat others and trust God; a place where he could teach his daughter to see life as something that is beautiful, where he could spin her around and create inside jokes that would last a life time with his little girl. He wanted a place that overlooked a lake so that he could spend misty mornings with his wife, holding her hand and standing still. He wanted to have a house that could hold family for the holidays, one that would be filled with laughter and the smell of coffee. He wanted to build a place that held memories of love, tears and redemption. He wanted a home and he wanted it with her.
Food doesn’t taste better or worse when documented by Instagram. Laughter is as genuine over Skype as it would be sharing a sofa. Pay attention. Take in nature, hold someone’s hand, read a book. But don’t ever apologize for snapping a photo of a sunrise after a hike, or blogging about the excitement of having a crush, or updating your goodreads account. All of these things are good and should be celebrated. Smile at strangers on the sidewalk and like your friends’ selfies. It’s all good for the human spirit.