While we have our own worlds, we’ve learned to move in step. Showing interest in what the other loves, cheering each other on, and finding an easy balance between independence and togetherness. After five years under the same roof, our days run with a calm kind of cadence that feels just right.

Weekends that once meant last-minute plans or a new restaurant now revolve around Henry, our three-year-old golden retriever, and constant source of joy. He’s turned ordinary outings into small rituals – lake walks, winding drives, hikes that somehow always end with something sweet.

The rest unfolds quietly: caring for each other on long days, conversations that linger long after dinner, background music keeping us company as we unwind. We’ve found a pace that feels unhurried but full – shared meals, soft mornings, and the small, steady joy of building something lasting together.