This one’s pretty simple.
Rachel and I were long distance for a year while I was in Invercargill for my first year in New Zealand. I’d fly to Wellington twice a month to see her, or sometimes we’d meet in Christchurch, as she has family there.
I moved to Wellington the following year to be with her. I remember one winter, in her living room, the fireplace was going, she was sitting on the couch, and I was lying on it, with my head rested on her lap. We were watching the All Blacks playing South Africa.
“This is perfect.” I thought to myself. In a warm house on a cold night. Watching my favourite sport with the woman I love.
It simply doesn’t get any better than this.