I want the kind of love where our children look at us with admiration and say, "Mum and Dad are such best friends." Where they notice how Mum's face lights up when he walks through the door. Where Dad always softens around her. Where hugging each other is simply second nature. I want our children to witness a love that feels safe. A love that quietly raises their standards, because they grow up knowing exactly what love looks like and understanding that anything less is not enough. I want them to see it not just in words, but in the smallest gestures. In acts of service. In the way we hold one another. In gentle teasing. In the softness of our voices. In the way one of us looks at the other when they think no one is watching. I want them to learn that love is presence. That it is gentle and consistent. That it is mutual respect, consideration, and calm. That it does not feel like walking on eggshells. I want our home to be filled with warmth, with the love we share for each other and for them. And when we grow old, I want our children to say, "They never stopped loving each other." That is the love I want. And that is the love I hope to leave behind.