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What a beautiful declaration of love. Everything in our lives is so contingent. It is humbling to think about the role of chance in our lives.

Your essay has inspired me to share something. Just before I became pregnant with Noah, I had was I suspect was an early miscarriage (at maybe four weeks). It was no biggie, and I didn’t even think about it until one day, when Noah was a toddler and I was affectionately watching him play, and I realized that if not for that early miscarriage, there would be no Noah. I started shaking and almost fainted, so powerful was my reaction. Everything we most love in our lives, everything that gives us meaning, is the product of chance. We think we’re in control, but we’re not. I’m so glad that chance led you to Chelsea.

Also, Arvo Pärt is one of my favorite composers, and that piece was perfect for this essay: quietly moving.

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Beautiful - and scary. Can't imagine any person becoming that important to my life.

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