Because for years I believed that loving Ethan meant adapting to him.
Today I discover that he also knows how to adapt to me.
"Approximate number of guests?" the wedding planner asks.
Ethan answers first: "A few."
I smile.
"Very few."
"Close family, intimate friends, and truly important people," I add.
"No social obligations," Ethan says.
"No inviting people for company policy," I add.
The woman takes notes quickly.
"Understood. Emotional quality over quantity."
"Exactly," we both say at the same time.
We look at each other and laugh. There's something deeply tender about agreeing like this. Then come the topics of possible dates. Seasons. Venue availability.
I get nervous again. Because talking about dates makes everything real, I place my hand on my chest.
"Go
