Dylan and I stood on the balcony of our home watching the sunset with our family, realizing that every struggle had been worth it for this life we created together.
The sky blazed with orange, pink, and gold as our children played nearby. Hope, now twelve, read a book under the old oak tree while Lucas, nine, and Rose, seven, chased each other around the flower beds. Our youngest, four-year-old Noah, sat in Dylan’s arms pointing at the colors in the sky with wonder in his eyes.
“Mommy, look!” Noah said excitedly. “The sky is on fire! It’s so pretty!”
I laughed softly, leaning against Dylan’s side. “It is beautiful, isn’t it? Just like every evening with all of you here.”
Dylan kissed the top of my head, his arm tightening around me. “Ten years of marriage. Can you believe it? From that
