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It's special because of the people.
Because somewhere between heartbreak and hope...
I found a family.
A place where nobody asked me to be anything except myself.
A place where my laughter matters.
Where my dreams matter.
Where I matter.
Most of all...
I found him.
The quiet man who spent so long watching life through screens and security cameras before deciding he'd rather live it beside me.
He gave me a home.
Not a house.
A home.
There's a difference.
One is built with logs and nails.
The other is built with love.
When the officiant tells Micah he may kiss his bride, he doesn't hesitate.
His hands cradle my face.
Just like they did the first time.
Just like they always will.
He kisses me slowly.
Tenderly.
Like he's making a promise instead of sealing one.
The cheers around us fade into the background.
Because all I hear is the steady beat of his heart beneath my hand.
All I feel is the certainty wrapped around me in his arms.
I spent thirty-three years wondering where I belonged.
Turns out, I wasn't lost.
I was simply finding my way home.
And home?
