A quiet love

I used to think love had to be loud to be real.

Big gestures, fast sparks, picture-perfect timelines.

But then I met him...and everything shifted.

Ours isn't a love built on highlight reels.

It's built on the unseen moments that get us from one happy snapshot to the next.

It’s built on quiet moments no one claps for.

Moments like cold feet under warm legs.

Like prayer during panic attacks.

Like showing up when it's inconvenient.

Like long talks and getting to the bottom of things to get to the other side.

Like making sure I’m fed...body, mind, and soul.

This man has seen every version of me....the sexy, the messy, the sacred, the undone.

He’s lifted me off the floor, held me in silence, laughed with me in grocery store aisles,

made me chocolate milk or a mai tai depending on the mood,

and spoiled me when the world felt like too much.

He’s dealt with my OCD and detail-oriented planning,

my chronic pain and hospital stays,

and the emotional chaos and uncertainty that sometimes comes with living in my skin...

But more than that...

he’s loved me anyway.

No conditions. No performances.

Just love that sees and stays.

He doesn’t just say the right things...he does them.

•He brings in the groceries.

•He makes me breakfast almost every morning.

•He gives me massages.

•He applies my kinesio tape to my spine and rubs CBD cream all over my back.

•He remembers my Starbucks order.

•He smells all the candles in the aisle with me.

•He listens to every playlist, every story, every dream...just to know me better.

•He watches the shows I love.

•He apologizes when he's in the wrong.

•He refills my Stanley with iced water.

•He calls my mom for advice or to update her.

•He worships God with his hands raised and sings from the bottom of his heart

He never forgets the little things…

because to him, they aren’t little.

And it’s not just the little things he does...it's the heart behind it.

He prays over us and for me.

He talks about “we” and “us” and “home” and "our kids" like they’re sacred promises...because to him, they are.

He is the reason I’ve felt safe again.

The reason I believe in softness again.

The reason I can imagine forever...not with fear, but with joy.

We’ve moved from cities to mountains,

but one thing has remained constant:

he is home.

No matter where we reside.

Not because he's perfect...because trust me... he’s not.

Not because we don’t struggle...because trust me... we do.

But because... we refuse to give up on one another.

This man has shown me what love looks like on a regular Tuesday.

He’s the reason I laugh louder, rest deeper, and pray harder.

He’s the one person I never get tired of, no matter how drained I feel.

My safe place.

My comfort.

My teammate.

My mirror.

My twin flame.

My best friend.

My husband.

Love like this isn’t luck...

It’s layered.

Fought for.

Chosen every day.

And I thank God for him… every single day 💞🙏

I love you, Adrian Vonleigh Scott

#Dawookits

~Kristen, Unfiltered Xo 💋

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“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud...

It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails.”

-1 Corinthians 13:4-8