One of my favorite love stories of all time is the story of John and Abigail Adams. Not because their story is overly romantic, or wonderful; but because through years of separation, near financial ruin, and personal devastation their love stood strong until the end. They never wandered or doubted their devotion to one another. John once called Abigail his ballast, a term I had to look up at the time, but now know by heart:
Bal·last /ˈbaləst/ verb
Gives stability to a ship by putting a heavy substance in its bilge, helping guide the ship safely.
Ryan is my ballast. He is the the person who stabilizes me, and makes me stronger in times of doubt. Without his love I would not have dared to dream as big as I do today. Ryan my love, through all our trials and tribulations I will strive to love you with an unending devotion and care. I promise. love, bekuh