Looking back, I know the confession was only the beginning. Redemption didn’t come from saying sorry—it came from becoming someone worthy of forgiveness.
She had every reason to walk away. Instead, she stayed—not because she needed me, but because she believed forgiveness could build something new. And she was right.
Our marriage isn’t perfect. But it’s real. It breathes. It bends. It rebuilds. Every time I see her smile, I’m reminded that love, when tested and survived, becomes something deeper—something earned.
Life doesn’t hand out second chances easily. But when it does, you hold them like they’re sacred. Because they are.
