Prince

Prince.

Some people spend a lifetime waiting for one.

Not the kind
from fairy tales.

Not the one 
on a white horse promising perfect endings.

But the kind
who quietly arrives when life feels broken.

The kind
who stays.

Who helps gather the pieces
someone else shattered.

Who sees not only you—
but the children
standing beside you, too.

Twenty-six years ago,
my prince came into my life.

And today,
my King
turns 60.

Happy Birthday, hubby 💜

You walked into a storm
I had survived,
and somehow
you taught me
what safe love felt like.

You loved me.

You loved my three children.

You helped us heal.

No crown needed.

Because real kings do not 
rule—

they protect.
They stay.
They love.

And after all these years…

I would still
choose you.

With love

— Maggie The Afterlove Voice 💫

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