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EUGENIA – MY EIGHT-YEAR SPARK

Eight years ago,
Heaven whispered my name and you heard it.

Eugenia,
You did not walk into my life;
You arrived like dawn,
Unannounced yet undeniable,
And sickness quietly excused itself.

Eight years and still
Your laughter
Sounds like the first day of rain
On thirsty earth.

You are not just my wife;
You are the rhythm beneath my sentences,
The quiet strength behind my voice,
And the courage in my chest
When storms test the roof of our dreams.

In a world where love grows thin,
Ours has grown roots;
Deep, stubborn, unashamed.
Not the fragile kind that wilts in heat,
But the sacred fire
That glows brighter
When the night is longest.

Eugenia,
You have worn many crowns;
Companion, friend, guardian of our home;
Soft place for my weary heart.

Eight years of choosing each other,
Eight years of laughter and lessons,
Eight years of building something
That even time pauses to admire.

If I had a thousand tongues,
They would still fall short.
If I had a million dollars,
I would give you.

Today, I do not just celebrate your birth;
I celebrate the miracle
That you are mine
And I am yours?

May your light never dim.
May your dreams outrun fear.
May your smile remain the compass
That guides this family home.

Happy Birthday, my Midget!
The world may know your name;
But I know your heart.
And that is the greatest thing!