The spark was instant, but our story truly began at dinner. I fumbled in the kitchen; she stepped in with grace. Her praise for my music led to a playful challenge. We spent hours swapping songs, genres, and stories, each beat bringing us closer. As the night faded, filled with laughter and discovery, it was clear: this wasn’t just dinner. It was the start of something truly special.

A melody shared on our first date still lingers.. proof that harmony blooms in common notes. Years later, love set sail for the Riviera, where 22 friends joined her for her 60th birthday’s embrace. Love and laughter together traveled across the waves, as our bond shone brightly, seen and celebrated by those who know our rhythm well.

I’d take a little for ice cream adventures with the grands, sweet and simple joy. The rest? I’d gladly give to her, not just because she’s brilliant with finances, but because giving her that trust is part of loving deeply. She’d make the most of it, like she does with everything in our life. Because when love leads and laughter follows, every day feels rich and nothing matters more than a life beautifully shared.