You’ll have to forgive the mush today… I had a post all ready to go about unschooling and math, and if you’d rather read that be sure to check back tomorrow. 
For today, I’m going to tell a story.
Eighteen years ago, a 15 year old girl met a boy. He asked her to a dance on December 10, 1994. They were awkward and cute in that 15 year old way. They danced to Brian Adams Everything I Do, I Do It For You (hey, it was the early 90s… don’t judge!). They fell in love….
It was called “puppy love.” Their happiness, hopes, and pain were all just a part of growing up. But it wasn’t.
Their love grew and it changed. They grew and they changed. They split up… got back together… spread their wings, lived hundreds of miles apart and took twelve hour bus trips (each way!) to spend 36 hours together.
They weathered it all together… birth, death, separation… moments of complete joy and times of unbearable sadness. They held hands along the way.
They look at eachother today, a little older… a little grayer, but with more love in their hearts than they ever imagined possible all those years ago. Three children run circles around them as they hug and kiss, sway to music in the kitchen, and thoroughly gross out their nine year old.
Love. There’s really nothing better than this.
