Fifteen years ago today I made the single best choice of my life.
We were young - so young.
We had so many big dreams (and so few actual plans).
Yet I knew - we knew - with a certainty of instinct that comes from your deepest gut.
Together we stood at the edge of everything - stood holding hands, me wiping tears and him in a cold sweat of nervousness - and we leapt.
Yes, we looked before we leapt. We looked out into a future entirely uncertain, found no promises or answers there, and looked at each other. Here, at the edge of everything there were two people who delighted in each other daily, who laughed together hourly, who told each other outrageous stories and darkest secrets. Here were two newly-minted adults without the wisdom of years or experience, but possessed of the inexplicable confidence that this - this! - was Quality.
Two people leapt that day, out into the unknown. Through updrafts and downdrafts, through terrifying spins toward the ground and through exhilarating swoops towards the heavens, we live out that leap, every single day.
There is no other hand I'd rather be holding.
Happy Anniversary, Mr Nilsen.