The fit.

This is what I would have written about us many years from now...a thousand piece jigsaw and we have 999 pieces that came with the box. We put the border together first, that was the easy part while the guts of the puzzle was a truly rewarding struggle.

There was one piece missing; it didn't come with the box.

The puzzle would sit be sitting there looking imperfect and some would ask why is there a missing piece?

Perhaps one day, instead of locating that mass produced perfect fit, we would fashion our own very piece. A piece that while rough around the edges would fit more snug, more tight and sure that every time when we looked at it would make us smile because it's our piece.

Perhaps one day, we would have our story to tell. We have a jigsaw that in 999 ways is like everyone elses, but the most important piece, the piece that would stand out apart from the rest, the piece that everyone's eyes would be drawn to - would be us.