Happy New Year, everyone! 💫 After 5½ years. Six rounds of IVF. Three IUIs. One loss. International borders crossed. Endless answers sought. And more “no’s” than we can count. My AMH was 0.015. We were told we were infertile. We were told to give up hope. And so… we let go. Of timelines. Of certainty. Of what we thought parenthood would look like. We opened our hearts to the possibility of donor eggs. To adoption. To a different story. Then we met someone who saw us differently. Who believed the body could rebalance. Who stripped everything back to basics. Sleep. Nourishment. Patience. Consistency. Acupuncture three times a week. No more surgeries. No more over-medicating. No more fear-driven interventions. For the first time in years, we felt hope. Not forced hope. Allowing the body to work on its own terms. I began to wonder. Maybe I wasn’t broken. Maybe my body just needed time to remember itself. A year later, I thought I was entering menopause. Instead, I was pregnant naturally at 40. We lost that pregnancy. But something had shifted. Three months later, we were pregnant again. This time, every number was strong. Every appointment brought more reassurance instead of fear. We kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. It never did. Today, on my 41st birthday, a second heart is beating inside my body. 💞 This journey brought us closer to each other, to ourselves, and to God than we could have ever imagined. I’ll share more details over time, in the hope that it helps someone else who feels lost in this process. But for now, this is simply a message of hope. 🕊️ Never give up. Never let anyone tell you it’s impossible. Never believe you are broken or incapable. Believe in miracles. In May 2026, God willing, we’ll be meeting ours. 🤍 ✨✨✨✨ Thank you to all who have shown us so much love and support on this odyssey.
Happy New Year, everyone! 💫 After 5½ years. Six rounds of IVF. Three IUIs. One loss. International borders crossed. Endless answers sought. And more “no’s” than we can count. My AMH was 0.015. We were told we were infertile. We were told to give up hope. And so… we let go. Of timelines. Of certainty. Of what we thought parenthood would look like. We opened our hearts to the possibility of donor eggs. To adoption. To a different story. Then we met someone who saw us differently. Who believed the body could rebalance. Who stripped everything back to basics. Sleep. Nourishment. Patience. Consistency. Acupuncture three times a week. No more surgeries. No more over-medicating. No more fear-driven interventions. For the first time in years, we felt hope. Not forced hope. Allowing the body to work on its own terms. I began to wonder. Maybe I wasn’t broken. Maybe my body just needed time to remember itself. A year later, I thought I was entering menopause. Instead, I was pregnant naturally at 40. We lost that pregnancy. But something had shifted. Three months later, we were pregnant again. This time, every number was strong. Every appointment brought more reassurance instead of fear. We kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. It never did. Today, on my 41st birthday, a second heart is beating inside my body. 💞 This journey brought us closer to each other, to ourselves, and to God than we could have ever imagined. I’ll share more details over time, in the hope that it helps someone else who feels lost in this process. But for now, this is simply a message of hope. 🕊️ Never give up. Never let anyone tell you it’s impossible. Never believe you are broken or incapable. Believe in miracles. In May 2026, God willing, we’ll be meeting ours. 🤍 ✨✨✨✨ Thank you to all who have shown us so much love and support on this odyssey.
Happy New Year, everyone! 💫 After 5½ years. Six rounds of IVF. Three IUIs. One loss. International borders crossed. Endless answers sought. And more “no’s” than we can count. My AMH was 0.015. We were told we were infertile. We were told to give up hope. And so… we let go. Of timelines. Of certainty. Of what we thought parenthood would look like. We opened our hearts to the possibility of donor eggs. To adoption. To a different story. Then we met someone who saw us differently. Who believed the body could rebalance. Who stripped everything back to basics. Sleep. Nourishment. Patience. Consistency. Acupuncture three times a week. No more surgeries. No more over-medicating. No more fear-driven interventions. For the first time in years, we felt hope. Not forced hope. Allowing the body to work on its own terms. I began to wonder. Maybe I wasn’t broken. Maybe my body just needed time to remember itself. A year later, I thought I was entering menopause. Instead, I was pregnant naturally at 40. We lost that pregnancy. But something had shifted. Three months later, we were pregnant again. This time, every number was strong. Every appointment brought more reassurance instead of fear. We kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. It never did. Today, on my 41st birthday, a second heart is beating inside my body. 💞 This journey brought us closer to each other, to ourselves, and to God than we could have ever imagined. I’ll share more details over time, in the hope that it helps someone else who feels lost in this process. But for now, this is simply a message of hope. 🕊️ Never give up. Never let anyone tell you it’s impossible. Never believe you are broken or incapable. Believe in miracles. In May 2026, God willing, we’ll be meeting ours. 🤍 ✨✨✨✨ Thank you to all who have shown us so much love and support on this odyssey.
Happy New Year, everyone! 💫 After 5½ years. Six rounds of IVF. Three IUIs. One loss. International borders crossed. Endless answers sought. And more “no’s” than we can count. My AMH was 0.015. We were told we were infertile. We were told to give up hope. And so… we let go. Of timelines. Of certainty. Of what we thought parenthood would look like. We opened our hearts to the possibility of donor eggs. To adoption. To a different story. Then we met someone who saw us differently. Who believed the body could rebalance. Who stripped everything back to basics. Sleep. Nourishment. Patience. Consistency. Acupuncture three times a week. No more surgeries. No more over-medicating. No more fear-driven interventions. For the first time in years, we felt hope. Not forced hope. Allowing the body to work on its own terms. I began to wonder. Maybe I wasn’t broken. Maybe my body just needed time to remember itself. A year later, I thought I was entering menopause. Instead, I was pregnant naturally at 40. We lost that pregnancy. But something had shifted. Three months later, we were pregnant again. This time, every number was strong. Every appointment brought more reassurance instead of fear. We kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. It never did. Today, on my 41st birthday, a second heart is beating inside my body. 💞 This journey brought us closer to each other, to ourselves, and to God than we could have ever imagined. I’ll share more details over time, in the hope that it helps someone else who feels lost in this process. But for now, this is simply a message of hope. 🕊️ Never give up. Never let anyone tell you it’s impossible. Never believe you are broken or incapable. Believe in miracles. In May 2026, God willing, we’ll be meeting ours. 🤍 ✨✨✨✨ Thank you to all who have shown us so much love and support on this odyssey.
Happy New Year, everyone! 💫 After 5½ years. Six rounds of IVF. Three IUIs. One loss. International borders crossed. Endless answers sought. And more “no’s” than we can count. My AMH was 0.015. We were told we were infertile. We were told to give up hope. And so… we let go. Of timelines. Of certainty. Of what we thought parenthood would look like. We opened our hearts to the possibility of donor eggs. To adoption. To a different story. Then we met someone who saw us differently. Who believed the body could rebalance. Who stripped everything back to basics. Sleep. Nourishment. Patience. Consistency. Acupuncture three times a week. No more surgeries. No more over-medicating. No more fear-driven interventions. For the first time in years, we felt hope. Not forced hope. Allowing the body to work on its own terms. I began to wonder. Maybe I wasn’t broken. Maybe my body just needed time to remember itself. A year later, I thought I was entering menopause. Instead, I was pregnant naturally at 40. We lost that pregnancy. But something had shifted. Three months later, we were pregnant again. This time, every number was strong. Every appointment brought more reassurance instead of fear. We kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. It never did. Today, on my 41st birthday, a second heart is beating inside my body. 💞 This journey brought us closer to each other, to ourselves, and to God than we could have ever imagined. I’ll share more details over time, in the hope that it helps someone else who feels lost in this process. But for now, this is simply a message of hope. 🕊️ Never give up. Never let anyone tell you it’s impossible. Never believe you are broken or incapable. Believe in miracles. In May 2026, God willing, we’ll be meeting ours. 🤍 ✨✨✨✨ Thank you to all who have shown us so much love and support on this odyssey.
Four years ago today I married the love of my life, in our own home, surrounded by loved ones. The air felt different that day, spiked with a drop of magic, warm winds conducting the birds and windchimes in song, flooding the canyon walls in rejoicing harmony. Our (re)union was nothing short of miraculous. Our story began in the pages of youth, and, as all good stories do, wound a steep road paved by lived experience, potent lessons, and a few pesky dragons before the shadows cleared and the journey revealed its true form: two soulmates finding their way back home. And what a home indeed. 10-10-2021 was the happiest and most sacred day of my life. Since then, I’ve only fallen deeper in love with this incredible human being. We’ve built a world and a love I could have only dreamed of. I’ve stepped further into gratitude and awe of the universe, whose timing is mysterious and somehow always perfect. I’ve come to know and care for myself more fully, a glorious byproduct of marrying someone who loves you in all the places you thought you were broken, and inspires you to become your highest, truest self, washing away shame, doubt, and fear like a holy flood. Here’s to us, Omram, and this divine union that we’ve crafted so beautifully, so pristinely. In this lifetime, and the next, and the next, and the next (x ♾️) …. it will always be you. Happy Anniversary, my love. ❤️🔥💍👑
Four years ago today I married the love of my life, in our own home, surrounded by loved ones. The air felt different that day, spiked with a drop of magic, warm winds conducting the birds and windchimes in song, flooding the canyon walls in rejoicing harmony. Our (re)union was nothing short of miraculous. Our story began in the pages of youth, and, as all good stories do, wound a steep road paved by lived experience, potent lessons, and a few pesky dragons before the shadows cleared and the journey revealed its true form: two soulmates finding their way back home. And what a home indeed. 10-10-2021 was the happiest and most sacred day of my life. Since then, I’ve only fallen deeper in love with this incredible human being. We’ve built a world and a love I could have only dreamed of. I’ve stepped further into gratitude and awe of the universe, whose timing is mysterious and somehow always perfect. I’ve come to know and care for myself more fully, a glorious byproduct of marrying someone who loves you in all the places you thought you were broken, and inspires you to become your highest, truest self, washing away shame, doubt, and fear like a holy flood. Here’s to us, Omram, and this divine union that we’ve crafted so beautifully, so pristinely. In this lifetime, and the next, and the next, and the next (x ♾️) …. it will always be you. Happy Anniversary, my love. ❤️🔥💍👑
Four years ago today I married the love of my life, in our own home, surrounded by loved ones. The air felt different that day, spiked with a drop of magic, warm winds conducting the birds and windchimes in song, flooding the canyon walls in rejoicing harmony. Our (re)union was nothing short of miraculous. Our story began in the pages of youth, and, as all good stories do, wound a steep road paved by lived experience, potent lessons, and a few pesky dragons before the shadows cleared and the journey revealed its true form: two soulmates finding their way back home. And what a home indeed. 10-10-2021 was the happiest and most sacred day of my life. Since then, I’ve only fallen deeper in love with this incredible human being. We’ve built a world and a love I could have only dreamed of. I’ve stepped further into gratitude and awe of the universe, whose timing is mysterious and somehow always perfect. I’ve come to know and care for myself more fully, a glorious byproduct of marrying someone who loves you in all the places you thought you were broken, and inspires you to become your highest, truest self, washing away shame, doubt, and fear like a holy flood. Here’s to us, Omram, and this divine union that we’ve crafted so beautifully, so pristinely. In this lifetime, and the next, and the next, and the next (x ♾️) …. it will always be you. Happy Anniversary, my love. ❤️🔥💍👑
Four years ago today I married the love of my life, in our own home, surrounded by loved ones. The air felt different that day, spiked with a drop of magic, warm winds conducting the birds and windchimes in song, flooding the canyon walls in rejoicing harmony. Our (re)union was nothing short of miraculous. Our story began in the pages of youth, and, as all good stories do, wound a steep road paved by lived experience, potent lessons, and a few pesky dragons before the shadows cleared and the journey revealed its true form: two soulmates finding their way back home. And what a home indeed. 10-10-2021 was the happiest and most sacred day of my life. Since then, I’ve only fallen deeper in love with this incredible human being. We’ve built a world and a love I could have only dreamed of. I’ve stepped further into gratitude and awe of the universe, whose timing is mysterious and somehow always perfect. I’ve come to know and care for myself more fully, a glorious byproduct of marrying someone who loves you in all the places you thought you were broken, and inspires you to become your highest, truest self, washing away shame, doubt, and fear like a holy flood. Here’s to us, Omram, and this divine union that we’ve crafted so beautifully, so pristinely. In this lifetime, and the next, and the next, and the next (x ♾️) …. it will always be you. Happy Anniversary, my love. ❤️🔥💍👑
Four years ago today I married the love of my life, in our own home, surrounded by loved ones. The air felt different that day, spiked with a drop of magic, warm winds conducting the birds and windchimes in song, flooding the canyon walls in rejoicing harmony. Our (re)union was nothing short of miraculous. Our story began in the pages of youth, and, as all good stories do, wound a steep road paved by lived experience, potent lessons, and a few pesky dragons before the shadows cleared and the journey revealed its true form: two soulmates finding their way back home. And what a home indeed. 10-10-2021 was the happiest and most sacred day of my life. Since then, I’ve only fallen deeper in love with this incredible human being. We’ve built a world and a love I could have only dreamed of. I’ve stepped further into gratitude and awe of the universe, whose timing is mysterious and somehow always perfect. I’ve come to know and care for myself more fully, a glorious byproduct of marrying someone who loves you in all the places you thought you were broken, and inspires you to become your highest, truest self, washing away shame, doubt, and fear like a holy flood. Here’s to us, Omram, and this divine union that we’ve crafted so beautifully, so pristinely. In this lifetime, and the next, and the next, and the next (x ♾️) …. it will always be you. Happy Anniversary, my love. ❤️🔥💍👑
Four years ago today I married the love of my life, in our own home, surrounded by loved ones. The air felt different that day, spiked with a drop of magic, warm winds conducting the birds and windchimes in song, flooding the canyon walls in rejoicing harmony. Our (re)union was nothing short of miraculous. Our story began in the pages of youth, and, as all good stories do, wound a steep road paved by lived experience, potent lessons, and a few pesky dragons before the shadows cleared and the journey revealed its true form: two soulmates finding their way back home. And what a home indeed. 10-10-2021 was the happiest and most sacred day of my life. Since then, I’ve only fallen deeper in love with this incredible human being. We’ve built a world and a love I could have only dreamed of. I’ve stepped further into gratitude and awe of the universe, whose timing is mysterious and somehow always perfect. I’ve come to know and care for myself more fully, a glorious byproduct of marrying someone who loves you in all the places you thought you were broken, and inspires you to become your highest, truest self, washing away shame, doubt, and fear like a holy flood. Here’s to us, Omram, and this divine union that we’ve crafted so beautifully, so pristinely. In this lifetime, and the next, and the next, and the next (x ♾️) …. it will always be you. Happy Anniversary, my love. ❤️🔥💍👑
Four years ago today I married the love of my life, in our own home, surrounded by loved ones. The air felt different that day, spiked with a drop of magic, warm winds conducting the birds and windchimes in song, flooding the canyon walls in rejoicing harmony. Our (re)union was nothing short of miraculous. Our story began in the pages of youth, and, as all good stories do, wound a steep road paved by lived experience, potent lessons, and a few pesky dragons before the shadows cleared and the journey revealed its true form: two soulmates finding their way back home. And what a home indeed. 10-10-2021 was the happiest and most sacred day of my life. Since then, I’ve only fallen deeper in love with this incredible human being. We’ve built a world and a love I could have only dreamed of. I’ve stepped further into gratitude and awe of the universe, whose timing is mysterious and somehow always perfect. I’ve come to know and care for myself more fully, a glorious byproduct of marrying someone who loves you in all the places you thought you were broken, and inspires you to become your highest, truest self, washing away shame, doubt, and fear like a holy flood. Here’s to us, Omram, and this divine union that we’ve crafted so beautifully, so pristinely. In this lifetime, and the next, and the next, and the next (x ♾️) …. it will always be you. Happy Anniversary, my love. ❤️🔥💍👑
Four years ago today I married the love of my life, in our own home, surrounded by loved ones. The air felt different that day, spiked with a drop of magic, warm winds conducting the birds and windchimes in song, flooding the canyon walls in rejoicing harmony. Our (re)union was nothing short of miraculous. Our story began in the pages of youth, and, as all good stories do, wound a steep road paved by lived experience, potent lessons, and a few pesky dragons before the shadows cleared and the journey revealed its true form: two soulmates finding their way back home. And what a home indeed. 10-10-2021 was the happiest and most sacred day of my life. Since then, I’ve only fallen deeper in love with this incredible human being. We’ve built a world and a love I could have only dreamed of. I’ve stepped further into gratitude and awe of the universe, whose timing is mysterious and somehow always perfect. I’ve come to know and care for myself more fully, a glorious byproduct of marrying someone who loves you in all the places you thought you were broken, and inspires you to become your highest, truest self, washing away shame, doubt, and fear like a holy flood. Here’s to us, Omram, and this divine union that we’ve crafted so beautifully, so pristinely. In this lifetime, and the next, and the next, and the next (x ♾️) …. it will always be you. Happy Anniversary, my love. ❤️🔥💍👑
Four years ago today I married the love of my life, in our own home, surrounded by loved ones. The air felt different that day, spiked with a drop of magic, warm winds conducting the birds and windchimes in song, flooding the canyon walls in rejoicing harmony. Our (re)union was nothing short of miraculous. Our story began in the pages of youth, and, as all good stories do, wound a steep road paved by lived experience, potent lessons, and a few pesky dragons before the shadows cleared and the journey revealed its true form: two soulmates finding their way back home. And what a home indeed. 10-10-2021 was the happiest and most sacred day of my life. Since then, I’ve only fallen deeper in love with this incredible human being. We’ve built a world and a love I could have only dreamed of. I’ve stepped further into gratitude and awe of the universe, whose timing is mysterious and somehow always perfect. I’ve come to know and care for myself more fully, a glorious byproduct of marrying someone who loves you in all the places you thought you were broken, and inspires you to become your highest, truest self, washing away shame, doubt, and fear like a holy flood. Here’s to us, Omram, and this divine union that we’ve crafted so beautifully, so pristinely. In this lifetime, and the next, and the next, and the next (x ♾️) …. it will always be you. Happy Anniversary, my love. ❤️🔥💍👑
Four years ago today I married the love of my life, in our own home, surrounded by loved ones. The air felt different that day, spiked with a drop of magic, warm winds conducting the birds and windchimes in song, flooding the canyon walls in rejoicing harmony. Our (re)union was nothing short of miraculous. Our story began in the pages of youth, and, as all good stories do, wound a steep road paved by lived experience, potent lessons, and a few pesky dragons before the shadows cleared and the journey revealed its true form: two soulmates finding their way back home. And what a home indeed. 10-10-2021 was the happiest and most sacred day of my life. Since then, I’ve only fallen deeper in love with this incredible human being. We’ve built a world and a love I could have only dreamed of. I’ve stepped further into gratitude and awe of the universe, whose timing is mysterious and somehow always perfect. I’ve come to know and care for myself more fully, a glorious byproduct of marrying someone who loves you in all the places you thought you were broken, and inspires you to become your highest, truest self, washing away shame, doubt, and fear like a holy flood. Here’s to us, Omram, and this divine union that we’ve crafted so beautifully, so pristinely. In this lifetime, and the next, and the next, and the next (x ♾️) …. it will always be you. Happy Anniversary, my love. ❤️🔥💍👑
Four years ago today I married the love of my life, in our own home, surrounded by loved ones. The air felt different that day, spiked with a drop of magic, warm winds conducting the birds and windchimes in song, flooding the canyon walls in rejoicing harmony. Our (re)union was nothing short of miraculous. Our story began in the pages of youth, and, as all good stories do, wound a steep road paved by lived experience, potent lessons, and a few pesky dragons before the shadows cleared and the journey revealed its true form: two soulmates finding their way back home. And what a home indeed. 10-10-2021 was the happiest and most sacred day of my life. Since then, I’ve only fallen deeper in love with this incredible human being. We’ve built a world and a love I could have only dreamed of. I’ve stepped further into gratitude and awe of the universe, whose timing is mysterious and somehow always perfect. I’ve come to know and care for myself more fully, a glorious byproduct of marrying someone who loves you in all the places you thought you were broken, and inspires you to become your highest, truest self, washing away shame, doubt, and fear like a holy flood. Here’s to us, Omram, and this divine union that we’ve crafted so beautifully, so pristinely. In this lifetime, and the next, and the next, and the next (x ♾️) …. it will always be you. Happy Anniversary, my love. ❤️🔥💍👑
Four years ago today I married the love of my life, in our own home, surrounded by loved ones. The air felt different that day, spiked with a drop of magic, warm winds conducting the birds and windchimes in song, flooding the canyon walls in rejoicing harmony. Our (re)union was nothing short of miraculous. Our story began in the pages of youth, and, as all good stories do, wound a steep road paved by lived experience, potent lessons, and a few pesky dragons before the shadows cleared and the journey revealed its true form: two soulmates finding their way back home. And what a home indeed. 10-10-2021 was the happiest and most sacred day of my life. Since then, I’ve only fallen deeper in love with this incredible human being. We’ve built a world and a love I could have only dreamed of. I’ve stepped further into gratitude and awe of the universe, whose timing is mysterious and somehow always perfect. I’ve come to know and care for myself more fully, a glorious byproduct of marrying someone who loves you in all the places you thought you were broken, and inspires you to become your highest, truest self, washing away shame, doubt, and fear like a holy flood. Here’s to us, Omram, and this divine union that we’ve crafted so beautifully, so pristinely. In this lifetime, and the next, and the next, and the next (x ♾️) …. it will always be you. Happy Anniversary, my love. ❤️🔥💍👑
Four years ago today I married the love of my life, in our own home, surrounded by loved ones. The air felt different that day, spiked with a drop of magic, warm winds conducting the birds and windchimes in song, flooding the canyon walls in rejoicing harmony. Our (re)union was nothing short of miraculous. Our story began in the pages of youth, and, as all good stories do, wound a steep road paved by lived experience, potent lessons, and a few pesky dragons before the shadows cleared and the journey revealed its true form: two soulmates finding their way back home. And what a home indeed. 10-10-2021 was the happiest and most sacred day of my life. Since then, I’ve only fallen deeper in love with this incredible human being. We’ve built a world and a love I could have only dreamed of. I’ve stepped further into gratitude and awe of the universe, whose timing is mysterious and somehow always perfect. I’ve come to know and care for myself more fully, a glorious byproduct of marrying someone who loves you in all the places you thought you were broken, and inspires you to become your highest, truest self, washing away shame, doubt, and fear like a holy flood. Here’s to us, Omram, and this divine union that we’ve crafted so beautifully, so pristinely. In this lifetime, and the next, and the next, and the next (x ♾️) …. it will always be you. Happy Anniversary, my love. ❤️🔥💍👑
Four years ago today I married the love of my life, in our own home, surrounded by loved ones. The air felt different that day, spiked with a drop of magic, warm winds conducting the birds and windchimes in song, flooding the canyon walls in rejoicing harmony. Our (re)union was nothing short of miraculous. Our story began in the pages of youth, and, as all good stories do, wound a steep road paved by lived experience, potent lessons, and a few pesky dragons before the shadows cleared and the journey revealed its true form: two soulmates finding their way back home. And what a home indeed. 10-10-2021 was the happiest and most sacred day of my life. Since then, I’ve only fallen deeper in love with this incredible human being. We’ve built a world and a love I could have only dreamed of. I’ve stepped further into gratitude and awe of the universe, whose timing is mysterious and somehow always perfect. I’ve come to know and care for myself more fully, a glorious byproduct of marrying someone who loves you in all the places you thought you were broken, and inspires you to become your highest, truest self, washing away shame, doubt, and fear like a holy flood. Here’s to us, Omram, and this divine union that we’ve crafted so beautifully, so pristinely. In this lifetime, and the next, and the next, and the next (x ♾️) …. it will always be you. Happy Anniversary, my love. ❤️🔥💍👑
Four years ago today I married the love of my life, in our own home, surrounded by loved ones. The air felt different that day, spiked with a drop of magic, warm winds conducting the birds and windchimes in song, flooding the canyon walls in rejoicing harmony. Our (re)union was nothing short of miraculous. Our story began in the pages of youth, and, as all good stories do, wound a steep road paved by lived experience, potent lessons, and a few pesky dragons before the shadows cleared and the journey revealed its true form: two soulmates finding their way back home. And what a home indeed. 10-10-2021 was the happiest and most sacred day of my life. Since then, I’ve only fallen deeper in love with this incredible human being. We’ve built a world and a love I could have only dreamed of. I’ve stepped further into gratitude and awe of the universe, whose timing is mysterious and somehow always perfect. I’ve come to know and care for myself more fully, a glorious byproduct of marrying someone who loves you in all the places you thought you were broken, and inspires you to become your highest, truest self, washing away shame, doubt, and fear like a holy flood. Here’s to us, Omram, and this divine union that we’ve crafted so beautifully, so pristinely. In this lifetime, and the next, and the next, and the next (x ♾️) …. it will always be you. Happy Anniversary, my love. ❤️🔥💍👑
Four years ago today I married the love of my life, in our own home, surrounded by loved ones. The air felt different that day, spiked with a drop of magic, warm winds conducting the birds and windchimes in song, flooding the canyon walls in rejoicing harmony. Our (re)union was nothing short of miraculous. Our story began in the pages of youth, and, as all good stories do, wound a steep road paved by lived experience, potent lessons, and a few pesky dragons before the shadows cleared and the journey revealed its true form: two soulmates finding their way back home. And what a home indeed. 10-10-2021 was the happiest and most sacred day of my life. Since then, I’ve only fallen deeper in love with this incredible human being. We’ve built a world and a love I could have only dreamed of. I’ve stepped further into gratitude and awe of the universe, whose timing is mysterious and somehow always perfect. I’ve come to know and care for myself more fully, a glorious byproduct of marrying someone who loves you in all the places you thought you were broken, and inspires you to become your highest, truest self, washing away shame, doubt, and fear like a holy flood. Here’s to us, Omram, and this divine union that we’ve crafted so beautifully, so pristinely. In this lifetime, and the next, and the next, and the next (x ♾️) …. it will always be you. Happy Anniversary, my love. ❤️🔥💍👑
Four years ago today I married the love of my life, in our own home, surrounded by loved ones. The air felt different that day, spiked with a drop of magic, warm winds conducting the birds and windchimes in song, flooding the canyon walls in rejoicing harmony. Our (re)union was nothing short of miraculous. Our story began in the pages of youth, and, as all good stories do, wound a steep road paved by lived experience, potent lessons, and a few pesky dragons before the shadows cleared and the journey revealed its true form: two soulmates finding their way back home. And what a home indeed. 10-10-2021 was the happiest and most sacred day of my life. Since then, I’ve only fallen deeper in love with this incredible human being. We’ve built a world and a love I could have only dreamed of. I’ve stepped further into gratitude and awe of the universe, whose timing is mysterious and somehow always perfect. I’ve come to know and care for myself more fully, a glorious byproduct of marrying someone who loves you in all the places you thought you were broken, and inspires you to become your highest, truest self, washing away shame, doubt, and fear like a holy flood. Here’s to us, Omram, and this divine union that we’ve crafted so beautifully, so pristinely. In this lifetime, and the next, and the next, and the next (x ♾️) …. it will always be you. Happy Anniversary, my love. ❤️🔥💍👑
Four years ago today I married the love of my life, in our own home, surrounded by loved ones. The air felt different that day, spiked with a drop of magic, warm winds conducting the birds and windchimes in song, flooding the canyon walls in rejoicing harmony. Our (re)union was nothing short of miraculous. Our story began in the pages of youth, and, as all good stories do, wound a steep road paved by lived experience, potent lessons, and a few pesky dragons before the shadows cleared and the journey revealed its true form: two soulmates finding their way back home. And what a home indeed. 10-10-2021 was the happiest and most sacred day of my life. Since then, I’ve only fallen deeper in love with this incredible human being. We’ve built a world and a love I could have only dreamed of. I’ve stepped further into gratitude and awe of the universe, whose timing is mysterious and somehow always perfect. I’ve come to know and care for myself more fully, a glorious byproduct of marrying someone who loves you in all the places you thought you were broken, and inspires you to become your highest, truest self, washing away shame, doubt, and fear like a holy flood. Here’s to us, Omram, and this divine union that we’ve crafted so beautifully, so pristinely. In this lifetime, and the next, and the next, and the next (x ♾️) …. it will always be you. Happy Anniversary, my love. ❤️🔥💍👑
Four years ago today I married the love of my life, in our own home, surrounded by loved ones. The air felt different that day, spiked with a drop of magic, warm winds conducting the birds and windchimes in song, flooding the canyon walls in rejoicing harmony. Our (re)union was nothing short of miraculous. Our story began in the pages of youth, and, as all good stories do, wound a steep road paved by lived experience, potent lessons, and a few pesky dragons before the shadows cleared and the journey revealed its true form: two soulmates finding their way back home. And what a home indeed. 10-10-2021 was the happiest and most sacred day of my life. Since then, I’ve only fallen deeper in love with this incredible human being. We’ve built a world and a love I could have only dreamed of. I’ve stepped further into gratitude and awe of the universe, whose timing is mysterious and somehow always perfect. I’ve come to know and care for myself more fully, a glorious byproduct of marrying someone who loves you in all the places you thought you were broken, and inspires you to become your highest, truest self, washing away shame, doubt, and fear like a holy flood. Here’s to us, Omram, and this divine union that we’ve crafted so beautifully, so pristinely. In this lifetime, and the next, and the next, and the next (x ♾️) …. it will always be you. Happy Anniversary, my love. ❤️🔥💍👑
