While unpacking the boxes in our new house, I discovered a bag of leftover orange and red paper straws from our wedding nearly three years ago. There’s something whimsical and carefree about drinking through a straw at home (it’s rather expected at a restaurant, even if you order water). Before we were married, I had a beautiful life in Colorado. I sincerely loved my life as a single, and filled up my time with hikes, snowboarding, dinners with friends, making wedding cakes and cupcakes, greeting at church, and working at Children’s Hospital. When I met my now husband, I was almost irritated at my single life being interrupted. I didn’t want to love him and follow him out to Connecticut. But I did, head first. And my life is immeasurably full in totally different ways. To be sitting at my kitchen island writing while my 14-month-old daughter sleeps and my husband works at the hospital would have sounded like someone else’s life even just five years ago. Right here, in this place, is exactly where I am meant to be.