walking me home

What gift do you give to the woman who has everything, wants for nothing, is so content with a simple life, who doesn’t want fancy jewelry, clothes, or designer handbags, and who is happier being home in her bubble or out in her sweet beach community instead of traveling the world?

You write a song for her.

Walking Me Home …a love letter in song, from my rock, my best friend, the man I’m lucky enough to call my husband.  

It captures us perfectly. Not our highlight reel, but the real thing….the darkness that had to exist for the light to be so much sweeter. This song is a timestamp of everything we’ve walked through together—our grief, our growth, our grit, and the quiet, unshakable love we’ve built through it all.

To My Love,

I am so proud that through everything that has tested us and threatened to derail us from living out our purpose as a couple,  we’ve managed to do the work and build an unbreakable love…the kind that says, “I’m not leaving. I’ll walk with you through this, or I’ll pad the floor to soften your fall.” 

You’ve seen every scar, witnessed every breakdown, every tear, every purge, every repair. You stood in the storm with me and saw me before I could see myself. You held me when I couldn’t hold my own grief. You stayed in the fire with me when it would’ve been easier to walk away and you held space for my healing in ways I didn’t even know how to ask for.

You didn’t just love the version of me I showed to my family and friends —you loved the version of me buried under trauma, shame, and survival.

You didn’t need me to prove my worthiness as I tirelessly attempted to do for others. You just let me be, and you loved me where I was and ALWAYS make sure I know how held I am.

You’ve held sacred space for me in my darkest moments but more sweet….in the quiet and confusing moments…..when the only way I could only soothe myself was with space and distance-when all you’ve ever wanted was to hold me and stay connected to me when I was suffering.  It takes a strong man to love a woman like me, and you, my dear, as kind and gentle as you are, are the strongest man I know.  

You stood still, calm, and steady while I unraveled, and you held the thread as I rewove the tattered threads back together….back into my authentic self…the real me. I will never forget feeling your tears fall on my face and knowing that despite the fear and pain in that moment — you were there, you had my back, and I was no longer alone in this battle.  

You’ve seen me cracked open, gutted by grief, consumed by trauma and addiction— literally crawling and shaking my way towards healing. And you never turned away—not once. You were the witness I didn’t even know I needed…the safe space I never knew existed and now can’t imagine leaving.

You’re like the sea turtle patrol people who stand in a line and sweep all the sand crabs away, so the new born sea turtles can get to the shore and begin their life.  You’ve kept the monsters away so I could reach the shore of my beautiful life, and I’m forever grateful.

Our kind of love isn’t loud-it’s sacred….and it saved me…our love in the silence has been one of the greatest gifts of my life. #iykyk

You taught me how be soft, how to BE love, and how to accept love without conditions attached. 

Thank you for being my safe place. 

Thank you for holding the mirror up so I could see what you saw.  

Thank you for never letting me disappear.
Thank you for walking me home….back to myself. 

Thank you for giving your whole heart to our marriage, to me, and to my entire family.

I love you so much and it’s always been extra—but at this chapter in our life, it’s become something more special and sacred.  #iykyk 

As if all that I described above isn’t enough, you’re also a badass in your own right! From mentoring so many about business and life, to building multiple successful businesses that impact the lives of others, to producing music, hauling your drum gear to gigs to play in your band, continuing to take care of your body at 73, I could go on and one…..Watching you do what you love and watching how you show up for the people you love has taught me more about presence and passion than any book or yoga ever could.

I don’t say this lightly: you are my soulmate, my mirror, my padding on the floor, the calm to my crazy…. and I am beyond grateful that I get to spend this lifetime—and the next ones—with you.

forever walking each other home,

yours forever,
SNicols