From Glitter to Grey Hair

 


 


You know, there’s a funny thing about getting older. You start to appreciate the little things. Like the way sunlight catches on wrinkles just right, turning them into laugh lines. Or how a cup of tea can feel like a warm hug on a gloomy day.




But most of all, I appreciate you, honey. Here we are, sitting on this porch swing, watching the fireflies dance in the twilight. It feels like just yesterday we were these awkward teenagers, stealing shy glances across the classroom. Remember when you tripped trying to impress me with a magic trick and ended up spraying glitter all over yourself? We laughed so hard our sides hurt.




Life hasn’t always been sunshine and rainbows. We’ve had our share of storms, moments when the future felt uncertain, and doubt clouded our hearts. But through it all, you were my constant. My rock. The hand that held mine through thick and thin.




You see, love isn’t always fireworks and grand gestures. Sometimes, it’s the quiet moments like this. The shared silences that are comfortable, not awkward. The way you know just how I like my tea, two sugars and a splash of cream. The goofy faces you make to cheer me up when I’m feeling down.




These little things, they remind me every single day why I fell for you all those years ago. And why, even with wrinkles and a few more pounds, my heart still skips a beat when you look at me.




Thank you for being the love of my life. Thank you for the smiles, the tears, and the unshakeable support. Thank you for reminding me that true love isn’t a sprint, but rather a marathon we run together. Here’s to the laughter lines etched around our eyes and the silver streaks in our hair. You are my home, my love, and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

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