One year ago today, my husband was moving out and we were preparing to end our marriage.
One year ago today, my heart was shattering.
One year later, by the grace of God and hard work by us, our marriage is stronger than it's ever been. Because we didn't give up.
One year later we are packing up the house we used to call home and moving together to a new place, toward our future together.
The irony is not lost on me that this is occurring on the exact same weekend as our separation.
What a difference one year can make.
I thank God everyday for the man I am blessed to call my husband. My life. My love. My all. My home. I pray that I am able, for the rest of my days, to come home to you, and never give up.