Ours was never a love foretold. No signs, no certainty — only a quiet crossing of paths that felt simple at the time, almost forgettable. But life has a way of weaving meaning into moments we don’t yet understand.

And just when time and distance had carried us far apart, the world gently turned — and brought us back to each other. Not loudly. Not grandly. Just in the soft, undeniable way that only something meant to be can return. What followed was not always easy. There were storms, both outside and within — yet somehow, even through rising waters, we kept choosing to stay close. Not out of luck, but out of something deeper: a quiet knowing, a prayer answered not all at once, but slowly, beautifully.

From all the roads we could have walked, and all the lives we could have lived, we are endlessly grateful that ours met here — in this time, in this love, in this shared breath of forever. And so, may this love be our safe place — the home we return to, the ground where we grow, and the choice we make, quietly but completely, every time.