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Thursday, 28 August 2025

21 Years



 
 Twenty-one years, my love.
 That’s a lot of days

a lot of mornings waking up

and still choosing each other.

 

We’ve had good days,

days full of laughter and light,

days when love felt easy.

And we’ve had hard days,

when the weight was heavy,

and words weren’t enough.

 

We’ve been blessed with joy

three beautiful children,

living reminders

that love grows and multiplies.

 

And we’ve walked through loss.

The kind that marks you forever.

Saying goodbye to  our little boy

was a grief too deep for words.

Fifteen months of love

and then a lifetime of missing.

Yet even in that valley,

Grace carried us.

 

Through laughter and tears,

through dreams and heartbreak,

God has held us.

His faithfulness has been our anchor,

His grace, the glue

that’s kept us here,

still standing,

still us.

 

So today, as we celebrate twenty-one years,

I don’t just see love

I see faithfulness.

I see survival.

I see grace written

all over our story.

 

And I see you.

Still beside me.

Still the one I choose.

Still the love of my life.

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21 Years

    Twenty-one years, my love.   That’s a lot of days a lot of mornings waking up and still choosing each other.   We’ve had good da...