❤️ Our 30-Year Love Story: A Journey Through Hell, Hope, and Holding On

I was just 14 years old the first time I saw him. Too young for him to notice me, but old enough to know what my heart felt. Three years later, life crossed our paths again — and this time, he finally saw me. We started dating, and truthfully, I’ve loved him ever since that very first moment.

We built a life together. We got married. We dreamed big. And then life began testing us in ways we never expected.

We lost 15 pregnancies.

We almost lost hope.

And then, our miracle happened — our daughter, born 9 weeks early. I almost died giving birth to her, but somehow, by the grace of God or fate or love (maybe all three), we both survived.

For 30 years, through every storm, every heartbreak, every time we hit rock bottom and clawed our way back up — we stayed.

That’s not common anymore.

But we made a promise, and we kept it.

Today, we’re facing financial struggles that have made even simple things feel impossible. But this year marks our 30th anniversary, and we’ve never had a honeymoon. Not once. We’ve never taken time just for us — not even a small getaway. Life, children, bills, and survival always came first.

This year, I want something simple:

A night out.

Just him and me.

A moment to breathe, to celebrate that somehow, after everything, our love is still here — stronger than ever.

If you’re able to help us make this small dream come true, even a little, it would mean more than words can say. Every bit is appreciated, and I’m truly grateful for anyone who takes the time to read our story.

Thank you for helping us celebrate 30 years of love, struggle, and staying together when life tried to pull us apart. ❤️