Two months ago, we sat in their Grand Rapids living room, the outside wind pushing itself against the vintage windows. David browsed the computer and read. Amy crawled over to the end of the sofa and leaned over to the chair he was sitting on. With her head resting on his shoulder, she whispered soft and nice things. I couldn't hear what she said, but by the slight smile that inched across her face, I'm sure it was soft and nice. And in that moment, I felt happy.
David and Amy Wenzel are two of the bravest and most inspiring people I've met. Ever. Earlier this year, David was diagnosed with a brain tumor and has since taken the world by storm, inspiring one person at a time. His battles are beyond comprehension, but he faces them faithfully, charmingly, and, best yet, with hilarity. There hasn't been a single conversation that passes when I don't walk away ready to CHANGE MY LIFE.
He's living like he's dying. And it's so beautiful.
We had the honor of taking Amy and David to Disneyland yesterday, and it was the first time they've ever visited together. At the end of a very long night, Amy asked what was my favorite part of the day. I thought for a second, smiled, and told her it was the Indiana Jones ride. David sat in the driver's seat, with Amy at his side, and as we whipped, dropped, and darted in Indiana's Jeep, I heard Amy shriek and David laugh. The sounds--the sounds of life--made me want to swallow their love whole.
My favorite part of the day was watching them live. Out loud.