After fifty-two years of marriage, I learned that love isn’t always expressed perfectly. Sometimes it arrives with a terrible sentence, a plane ticket, and a surprise you never expected.
But the greatest gift wasn’t the house.
It wasn’t the journey.
It wasn’t even the promise of never spending another holiday alone.
It was knowing that, from that day forward, I would never have to count the months until I saw my children again.
They were finally close.
And this time, only a few minutes away. ❤️
