
07/03/2025
I don’t believe in soulmates. I never have. Not because I’m cynical, but because I believe love is something you build, not something you find.
Marriage, to me, is less about fate and more about the quiet, daily choices:
To listen when you’re tired.
To reach out when it feels easier to turn away.
To soften when life hardens you.
To stay curious about the person you wake up next to, because they are always becoming, and so are you.
Over the past 9 years of marriage, we’ve built something sacred. Not from perfection, but from presence. From late-night laughter in the middle of chaos. From apologies that crack something open. From ordinary mornings that feel like home because we’ve weathered storms to get here.
You are not my other half, you are your own whole person. And yet somehow, we make more sense together. You remind me that love isn’t about finding the right person, it’s about being the right partner again and again.
Happy anniversary, my love. I’d choose you in every lifetime, but I’m grateful we get this one.