We were driving down the road pouring over photos in my iPhone and every time I saw him smile I asked to see what photo he was looking at.
Each photo holds a memory.
A special day ...
... a funny moment we could laugh at.
Sometimes he cringed or I did because we didn't like the photo of our self.
A photo is like an olfactory scent, it takes you back to a time and place.
Sometimes the memory was not a good place. In those moments some of my favorite photos of David and I have been captured ...
I have thousands of photos from the last couple of years and truly our journey has been unconventional.
From this girl whose mantra has been "love is a verb," I have experienced the power of true love in the midst of our biggest storms.
Love is not a feeling. It is a verb, an action word, a choice and when I have been the most unlovable and unlikable are the most raw moments when truly I have felt the strength, the endurance, the perseverance, the substance and the power of love.