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As for us, our love was never small. It was quiet. It was steady. And it was anchored in something far deeper than circumstance.

Never once did we believe we made it here by our own strength. Grace built the bridge long before we knew how to walk it.

Clouds came, and storms with them — but even in the thunder, we heard peace. Because He was in the boat.

Hope wasn’t always loud, but it never left. Some nights it hummed in our prayers when words wouldn’t come.

Our first “yes” wasn’t just to each other. It was to Him — the one who loved us both before we knew how to love at all.

Remember when we prayed for moments like this? Not with perfect faith, but with cracked voices and tired hands. Still, He listened.

Faith, we’ve learned, is sometimes found in holding on and sometimes in letting go. But always, it’s His hand that steadies ours.

All the love we’ve known is just a reflection. He is the source. He is the root.

In Him we found joy. Not just happiness... joy that stayed even when the world wobbled beneath us.

There is no sweeter name on our lips. No safer place for our hearts.

How beautiful the story, when Christ is the author.

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