Jan 3
Seven years married,
fourteen and a half together—
that is not a phase,
not a season,
not a “once upon a time” that faded quietly.
That is a life learned side by side.
Mornings and arguments.
Routines worn smooth by repetition.
Hands that knew each other without asking.
That is growing up together,
becoming adults in the same direction,
choosing each other again and again
until choosing became instinct.
It wasn’t short.
It wasn’t casual.
It wasn’t replaceable.
It was a deep, real, grown love—
the kind that builds a nervous system,
that teaches the body what home feels like,
that leaves an absence loud enough
to echo forever.
We didn’t just love.
We lived.
And a whole life was built,
brick by brick,
side by side.
Rest easy babe.
