Dad and I have this little master bedroom closet. It is too narrow to be considered a walk in closet and yet it is. They put poles for hangers on both sides, but it is way too narrow. Consequently we squeeze into this closet to get clothes and shoes and both of us get frustrated, tripping over shoes, having the poles fall because they weren't secure enough to have a person moving about in there. One day I was getting my clothes out of the closet and thoughts of the crazy closet...why do I keep my clothes in here...etc, were racing through my mind. I then had the thought that one day I will be gone or dad will be gone and then only one person will have clothes in the closet. I soberly thought to myself, 'I love this closet and I love that I can share this tiny space with him.' I would someday miss his yummy cologne smell when entering the closet and he would miss tripping over my shoes. From that day on when I entered the closet I was happy I have this loving man to share the closet with. I have since moved my clothes out to other closets, but leave my shoes in there so I can enter every day and give thanks. I have a great and wonderful life full of imperfections and love it. I love you all. You are so precious to me.
I can't help but tear up every time! It's too sweet. P.S. Mom and dad met when mom was 12 and dad was 14. Who could ask for a more adorable story?