Eleven years of marriage sounds like a long road when you say it out loud, but when you’re walking it, it’s just life unfolding day by day. Sometimes gently, sometimes like a storm you didn’t check the forecast for.
We’ve been to a lot of places together. Airports, hotel lobbies, long car rides, unfamiliar streets where we laughed because we were lost, and other places where the silence was heavier than the luggage we carried. Some memories feel warm when I revisit them, but some for sure sting a little. That’s the truth of it. Our story has never been linear or simple.
We’ve had ups, sure, but if I’m being honest, the downs carved the deepest marks. Misunderstandings, exhaustion, words said in the moment, things left unsaid for too long. Marriage isn’t a promise of constant happiness; it’s just two people trying (sometimes either one) sometimes gracefully, sometimes clumsily. To grow alongside each other without growing apart. Some years we did better than others.
But if there’s a single, undeniable highlight in this eleven-year journey of something pure, something that makes everything else feel survivable, it’s our daughter.
Eight years of raising this kid who somehow combines the best traits of who we were and who we hoped to be. Beautiful, smart, kind, talented, and not in the cliché way parents say it, but in the small moments: the way she tries her best even when no one is watching, the way she comforts others, standing up for the ones who matter, the spark she has when she’s excited about something. She means the world to me in a way I never fully understood before becoming a father. She’s the anchor, the compass, the reminder that I still have so much to give, even on days I feel empty.
Marriage may not always look the way I imagined it would. But fatherhood, this part, at least, feels like the one chapter I’m certain I’m writing right.
Maybe that’s what these 11 years have taught me: even in a story full of crooked lines and complicated pages, there are parts worth holding onto. And she’s the brightest one of them all.
Thank you for holding on to me, Tasya, I could never forecast for how much longer, but I will always be there for Anila.
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