And honestly, I had always loved our ordinary life.
I didn’t need diamonds. I didn’t need fancy vacations or grand speeches. I only needed to feel like the man I married still saw me.
That was why our anniversary mattered so much to me.
Not because of the restaurant. Not because of the date on the calendar. But because after fifteen years of giving so much of myself to our family, I wanted one night where Austin and I chose each other again.
Three weeks before our anniversary, I made a reservation at Rosewood Grill, the little restaurant where Austin had taken me when we were still dating. It wasn’t the most expensive place in town, but it had history for us.
That was where he first told me he loved me.
That was where we laughed so hard over burnt garlic bread that the waiter gave us free dessert.
