We only get to choose one person in life, that is our partner in life. Now let’s recognize that more than a few of us make this choice successively, but we all seek “the one.”
The one person who can go the distance with us. The one person who compliments with our strengths as well as our weaknesses. The one person that we can’t wait to see and hate to leave.
You don’t get to pick your parents. You don’t get to pick your extended family or your in-laws. You don’t even get much say in picking your children.
No, the only real choice we have is picking one person to sleep next to each night. It’s the same person we wake up next to and welcome each day.
I like that idea. It’s simple. It’s pure. It’s profoundly deep and deeply intimate.
One.
Just one.
My one reads like computer code. The number one person I want to share stories of my day with. Number one on my speed dial. Number one in my heart.
She even lives in the A1A postal code making her one of the first people on this continent to experience every new day. I want to be the one to share that experience with my number one.
One day, we will become one. When added together, one plus one, we will equal 11, because that’s how we do math in the A1A.