Today was magical—my 70th birthday and 47th wedding anniversary, a combination I never expected to be so beautiful. My husband, always the creative one, has spent decades showing his love in unique ways, but this year, he truly outdid himself.
For weeks, I’d noticed him sneaking off to his workshop, always claiming he was “just tinkering.” I didn’t think much of it, but I did get curious. Every now and then, I’d catch a guilty grin or he’d shoo me away with a wink, saying, “You’ll see soon enough.”
This morning, as our family gathered in the garden to celebrate, he stood before me with the same look he had the day he proposed. Then, he handed me a large, carefully wrapped box. Inside was something I never could have expected—a wedding dress. But not just any dress—it was hand-crocheted by him, each stitch a symbol of his love and care over the years. As I held it up, the lace shimmered in the sunlight, delicate yet strong, just like our love.