I don’t crave luxury. I don’t need the shiniest car in the driveway or the biggest house on the block. I don’t need a man to buy me lavish things to feel loved.

What I hope for is a husband who leads with wisdom and kindness, who protects my heart, who makes me feel safe in a world that can be anything but. A man whose strength is gentle, whose love is steadfast.

And in return, I pour into him…encouragement when he doubts, peace when the world is loud, a home filled with warmth, laughter, love, and faith. I build him up when the weight of life is heavy. I love him fiercely and gently, and I stand beside him as his partner, best friend, and safe place.

God at the center. Children laughing in the next room. Dinner simmering on the stove while music hums softly in the background. Traditions that stitch generations together, memories that fuel the heart, and faith that guides us through every season.

The world shouts for “more,” but I’ve learned that more isn’t in the things, it’s in the love, the laughter, the quiet moments that can’t be bought.

The simplest life, built on faith, love, and loyalty, is the richest one of all.