Somewhere between the years,
your love became a life.
Not the life you imagined on your wedding day. A truer one. Built of ordinary mornings, impossible Tuesdays, the joke only the two of you remember, the grief you carried together, the children who arrived and the ones who didn't, the version of yourselves you only let each other see.
Most love stories end at the altar. Yours is what happened next — and it deserves a ceremony of its own.
This is not a wedding. This is a reckoning, a remembering, a return.