Spontaneous

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon when he called me. His voice carried a familiar warmth as he asked, “Are you free?”  

“Yes,” I replied without hesitation.  

“There’s this cool place I want to take you to. They have delicious wraps.”  

And just like that, I was introduced to Java House. It was during those days when Kigali Heights was still new, the talk of the town, a place everyone seemed eager to visit. I had heard all the chatter but had never been there myself—until that day.  

Then came an October morning in 2017, a day I will never forget. I woke up to an inbox overflowing with messages—messages from strangers, from people across the world. Each one carried a version of the same sentiment: His love for you has reached us; we can feel it from where we are. 

The day before, I had asked him a simple question: How much do you love me? His answer had been just as simple:  “More than you love me.”  

I had smiled then, thinking nothing more of it—until I woke up to those messages. To this day, I remain in awe.  

A month after our honeymoon, we were having breakfast at home on a lazy Saturday morning when he looked at me and, without preamble, said, “You know what? Get ready—we’re going on a road trip.”  

Two days later, I stood atop Napoleon Island, gazing out over the serene shores of Lake Kivu, the vast blue stretching endlessly before us.  

Years passed, and his surprises never cease. On the morning of our third wedding anniversary, he simply said, “Tonight, I’m taking you somewhere special.”  

That evening, over a carbonara pizza, we celebrated another year of love, laughter, and life together.  

I have read, watched, and listened to countless love stories, each unique in its own way. But ours—ours remains my favorite. It is an imperfectly perfect love, the kind that rekindles one’s belief in love. Having a partner in this life is a gift, but having a supportive, caring, and visionary partner? That is a blessing beyond measure.  

Loving him has been easy. Submitting to the depth of our connection has been natural. And for that, I am endlessly grateful—to him, to love, and to God for the years we’ve shared and the many more to come.

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. 𝓐𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓮  ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

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What I listened to: A servant's heart

What I read: It doesn't need to be perfect

A recent picture I took of myself:

This mirror has suffered in my hands!