For over half a century, I shared a marriage with my beloved partner. We chose a path less traveled, opting not to have children. 👩🏻🦳 Back then, we’d casually mention, “We’re working on it,” for a time, before gently stating, “We’re unable to have kids.” That closed the conversation gracefully. It felt easier to let others assume than to dive into explaining our unique choice.
Our careers flourished, finances were secure, and we nurtured our individual passions and hobbies. Weekends overflowed with music at concerts, tending to our vibrant garden, and embarking on spontaneous escapades. We wandered the world together—sometimes with a detailed itinerary, other times with only a map and an open heart. Life moved at our pace, free of haste, filled with the delight of cherishing each other completely.
Curious voices often inquired, “Don’t you feel an emptiness?” I’d offer a warm smile. They couldn’t see the beauty in our quiet moments: dancing together in the kitchen to vintage melodies, cozy nights reading by the crackling fire, or the deep contentment of waking each morning, knowing we chose one another, time and again.
Now, as I sit gazing at the sunset’s glow, I reflect on the life we crafted. We veered from convention, yet built a world brimming with stability, kindness, and shared laughter. If given the chance to revisit the past, I’d make the same choices. Happiness doesn’t need to mirror others’ visions—it can simply be two souls, journeying hand in hand, discovering that their love was always more than enough.
