A Love that carried us home

 A Love That Carried Us Home

There once was a woman who had learned to be strong, to carry the weight of the world. She knew how to show up, how to fight for what mattered, and how to keep going—no matter what. But somewhere deep inside, even in her strength, was a longing. Not for someone to rescue her, but for someone who would stand beside her. Someone who could see past the armor and into her heart.

And then came Michael.

He didn’t rush in with grand gestures or loud promises. He simply was. Steady. Safe. Present. The kind of man who made you exhale without realizing you’d been holding your breath. The kind of man who didn’t need to take up space to make you feel seen. With Michael, it wasn’t about chaos, it was about peace. About being known, deeply and without condition.

Together, they built something that wasn’t flashy, but it was solid…like the roots of a tree that stretch down deep enough to weather any storm. Their love was a quiet kind of holy, the kind that wrapped around ordinary days and made them sacred. A walk taken, a quiet evening side by side. Nothing was too small to be celebrated when it was done with love.

And when the world came crashing in, as it sometimes does, Michael was her anchor. His love didn’t falter when things got hard. If anything, he leaned in more. Held tighter. Prayed harder. He made the impossible feel bearable. He gave her the gift of being truly held, not just in arms, but in heart, in spirit, in the unwavering way he showed up, again and again.

They didn’t get forever—not here, not in this world. But they got something that many people never do: the real thing. The kind of love that changes you, heals you, makes you believe in goodness again. The kind of love that, even when the person is gone, doesn’t leave. It lingers in the quiet moments. It shows up in dreams. It lives in the strength to keep going, to laugh again, to love again.

And today, on the day they once vowed forever, she will feel that ache again,the ache of missing, the ache of remembering, but also, she will feel proud. Because the love they had didn’t end when he left. It lives on. In her heart. In her choices. In every single day she gets up and keeps moving forward.

This isn’t just a love story. It’s their love story. A once-in-a-lifetime, God-touched kind of love. And it was real. It was beautiful. And it will never, ever be forgotten. 

Happy 2nd heavenly Anniversary. 

I miss you Michael. I love you forever & always, Love, Beautiful.