This post is about how much I love Parks and Rec and how much I love my wife and how those two things are, at times, the same thing.
Many things in life are hard. Being a grown-up is hard. Building a park is hard. Loving yourself enough to believe you can be loved is hard. Tying shoes can be hard. Spelling big words can be too.
But you know what?
Marrying my best friend wasn’t hard.
Deciding that I was worth it and that she was worth it and that WE are worth it…
It was the easiest choice I ever made.
Because when I thought about the life we could have together I realized that it would be the happiest future I could ever imagine. It was the best timeline I could make it to.
Watching Parks and Rec reminds me of that feeling—watching people who are passionate about what they love and who they love living their lives in spite of opposition, and not just scrapping it together but THRIVING, reminds me that I have thrived in the last two plus years.
Because I found the most amazing person who loves me more than any person ever has, and decided that I would not live without her ever.
Because all of the best and worst parts of life, and all those in between ones, are better with her.
Because when I hear the Parks and Rec theme song, I think of our early days watching it together, laughing together, crying together, me screaming because of Anne Perkins with my wife by my side, and I know it’s all going to be okay, no matter what.
I know that together we can build the park of our life together, built on love, trust, and the best pinky promise in the world.
So here’s to two years of marriage and love, to finding passion and happiness in the midst of the whirlwinds of life, and to building something more than one person alone ever could—a family.
I’ve been thinking about how I was as a person back in high school lately, and I have to say I’ve been unimpressed with my track record.
I didn’t work hard back then, I was so out of touch with who I really was and what I really wanted for my life, and in general I was an amalgam of all the gross things a teenager feels about themselves.
The reason I look back with a sort of critical eye right now is because it’s like coming to the top of a tall mountain and thinking about the trailhead so long ago. It always starts out seemingly difficult, but you grow so much by the time you reach the top of the mountain that it just seems smaller, because you’ve done something so grand.
And these last two years have been something phenomenal. The ones leading up to them have been too, and I don’t know where this is going so I am going to hold off for the night, I think.
Parks and Recreation leaves me feeling refreshed and humbled by the world.