Amber and I both believe our relationship should be a partnership, and we both have a desire to provide for ourselves independently, as well as helping each other and providing for the household as a whole together.
The wind rushed through his hair and kissed his scalp, his legs churned, his arms reached toward the sun, and his eyes were locked forward as the water closed in on his vision—
As we stood on the pier looking down at the water, a slight sense of panic even washed over my nerves that I couldn’t quite explain, and certainly didn’t express at the time.
On our hike, we jumped from topic to topic, endorphins rushing through us as we soaked in nature for the first time in what seemed like forever. Our batteries were recharging as we scaled across the Butte toward the west.
As a friend of mine put it (not in these exact words, but a similar sentiment), my writer’s voice sounded more developed and honest than it ever has in my writings before.
This piece was written a little over year ago, in June 2016, and originally published in an abridged version on July 15th, 2016 in the Moscow-Pullman Daily News. Then, it was published in its full-length form on The Odyssey Online August 16th, 2016.
But moments like these, where I can sit back and really put things into perspective, make me realize how fortunate I am.