My aunty married at 33 and for 8 solid years, no child came. Yet her husband never once pointed fingers, never made her feel less, never dimmed her light. He treated her like his best friend and his queen every single day.
Five years in, they adopted a beautiful son and chose joy over bitterness. While people whispered "barren" behind her back, this man stood tall as her shield and her loudest cheerleader.
Then last December, by God's own timetable, a bouncing baby boy arrived.
Today they presented him in church and my aunty crawled on her knees from the back all the way to the altar… tears of pure, overflowing joy.
That kind of love? That kind of patience? That kind of unshakable loyalty? Rare. Very rare.
I’ve already attacked two full plates of jollof and I’m still not done celebrating! 🥳
Above all, love God.