We spent the morning flipping through old photo albums, brainstorming a surprise dinner, and sharing stories. She spoke with such affection about her sister — how deeply she admired our marriage, how she always called me her anchor and best friend.
Hearing that from someone who looked so much like her made my heart swell. It reminded me how easily we forget the quiet beauty of our everyday lives — the miracle of waking up beside someone who loves us, the comfort of being seen and chosen again and again.
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