The right choice.

My life has seen a lot of changes… a lot of decisions, both good and bad. I am someone who chooses with her heart more than her mind. I’m not afraid to make mistakes, but with big decisions, I obviously spend time wondering if I made the right one. 

I know without a doubt that he was the right choice. Jordan was the right choice. 

I could have had a very different life if I would have decided to move back home after college instead of staying down here and seeing where this relationship ended up. 

We could have chosen to break up when people told him they didn’t think he should be dating me. He could have chosen to end this before it ever really started and instead date a nice girl from church with an uncomplicated past. We could have chosen to end this when I was completely broke and had to move home, two hours away, for six months. He could have walked away once he found out I didn’t share his religious or political beliefs and the most I could promise is that I would try to be a little more open-minded. 

I could have chosen to break up with him and find someone who wanted to get married soon. We didn’t even talk about marriage until years into our relationship and to be honest, that made me wonder at the time if I made the right choice. 

We both had the option to make choices that didn’t involve the two of us being in a relationship. We both could have made choices that would have been easier at the time. It was never a question of loving each other enough. We always knew we loved each other, from the beginning. 

I hoped he was the right choice and it turns out he most definitely was. And is. He is the love of my life, the best husband, and the most amazing father. I still choose to love him and be with him now. It’s still a choice… and still the right one.