For months, I thought that smell meant something was wrong in my life.
That something was falling apart.
But I was wrong.
It wasn’t the smell of a broken marriage.
It was the smell of something being built.
Of years of sacrifice.
Of a dream taking shape in silence.
Fear has a way of filling the gaps when we don’t know the truth.
But sometimes—if we’re willing to look deeper—
the truth is not only different…
It’s better than anything we imagined.
