The Love That Stayed

It wasn’t perfect—
the way we spilled flour,
the way we laughed too loud,
the way the kitchen held more stories than recipes.

But that’s the love that stayed—
woven into the cracks of every moment
we didn’t plan,
we didn’t stage,
we just lived.

The kind of love that lingers
long after the flour settles
and the laughter fades into memory…
still warm.
Still ours.