The years passed quietly, like soft pages turning.
We still faced hard days, but they no longer defeated us.
We had learned the secret — to count blessings louder than burdens.
Our home was humble, but laughter filled it.
Our meals were simple, but our hearts were satisfied.
Every Friday night, we gathered to thank God for the week — no matter how little or much it brought.
One evening, my husband looked at me and said, "Do you realize we've made it this far without losing our faith?"
I smiled through tears and replied, "That's the greatest wealth we could ever have."