All I want is you You say you’ll give me A highway with no one on it Treasure just to look upon it All the riches in the night You say you’ll give me Eyes in a moon of blindness A river in a time of dryness A harbour in the tempest But all the promises we make From the cradle to the grave When all I want is you You say you want Your love to work out right To last with me through the night You say you want Diamonds on a ring of gold Your story to remain untold Your love not to grow cold All the promises we break From the cradle to the grave When all I want is you

Prologue

So, there was this boy and he healed my heart. He took everything that was bad in my life and made it all seem okay. He made me see that sometimes being sad is needed to recognize joy. He helped me understand that only love was necessary. In the end, he really was a romantic hero who came sweeping in and rescued me from an ordinary and mundane life. Soon after we were married, he promised me that life with him would never be boring.

And he was right.

Our lives had always been filled with craziness and spontaneity. Moments had come and moments had gone without a care. What did we care about time and tide? We were all young. Sure there were things that needed to be done. But, somehow the complete responsibility for our lives, their career, the record label translated into a form of freedom they had never experienced before. Our lives were run by whim.

Until we were married.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a need for plans. Every thought became an idea that grew into a plan. Taylor and I planned to buy a little house before the tour started. But somehow we ended up living in the apartment over the Greek restaurant for almost two years. Zac planned to see the world and not just airports and hotel rooms. And yet, he never left the borders of the continental United States. Isaac and Emory planned to start their family right away. Still more than three years later, they had no children, just endless doctors appointments, temperatures taken and sex on a schedule. We all had plans for our lives to be entirely perfect.

But perfect came at a cost.

All of us found perfect to be a contract that was impossible to fulfill. It had a lot of attachments and riders. We definitely had "happily ever after," but perfect was just out of reach. Maybe perfect was out of reach because we had expectations that were sky high. Each time something went wrong, Diana would say "the best laid plans of mice and men…"

Things change. Things go awry. Things fall apart.

In the end, we realized we didn't need perfection after all. Just each other, love and the best-laid plans.

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