Our Life Book.

I asked Blake the other day where his 16-year-old self thought we'd be right now. He said married. With a couple of kids.

When I was a teenager, I kept a (really dorky and slightly obsessive-compulsive) life book with me. It had a timeline laid out with the years of our graduations, job moves, children's births and travels. And I fear I'm woefully behind in some aspects of where I thought I'd be, but enormously blessed in the direction life has taken.

With all of its imperfections, I don't think either of us has been disappointed by our deviation from the life book. Right now, we're rather content in togetherness with a side of 70 lb. English Bulldog in a 500 square foot apartment in New York City. And I realize that much of life doesn't like to be planned out in books.