What was meant to be a quiet celebration of fifteen years of marriage turned into a night that stayed with me far longer than any anniversary ever had.
David and I had planned it carefully. No distractions, no rushing, no interruptions—just a calm evening together, something we hadn’t truly had in years. Life had a way of filling every space with responsibilities, noise, and urgency, and we both felt like we had been running on autopilot for far too long. This dinner was supposed to be different. Just us, a table, and a moment to remember who we were before everything became so busy.
