Days blurred into ordinary routines.
Yet even mundane acts had a shimmer: fire danced gracefully as they cooked together; the stars winked brighter along their evening walk; the wind carried whispers of laughter only they could hear.
Magic wasn't always fireworks and grand gestures. Often, it hid in these small, shared moments—spoons clinking, the aroma of morning porridge, a hand brushing across the back while passing through the living room.
Marriage, she realized, was this: discovering enchantment in the simplest of days, if one only looked close enough.
Even in mundane moments, magic can be found—if you are together.