Birthday amidst Fragility: Second chance

After our lunch fell on the floor and we cleaned it up, Nick ordered the food again.

And when he came back through the door, holding that second delivery, it felt different—not just because it was food, but because of what it represented.

We didn’t give up on the moment. We didn’t walk away from the day. We chose to try again. Together.

And then we sat down and ate, with pride.

Not because everything went perfectly, but because we stayed with it long enough to come back to it.

Joy doesn’t only exist when things go right. It is a choice—something you choose even when circumstances feel broken.

And I learned that sometimes, love looks like:

someone walking back through the door, carrying a second chance.