Still Choosing You

Verse 1

We were just two kids with rings on our hands,

nineteen and twenty‑three, no real plan.

Thought love was flowers and late‑night calls,

didn’t know we’d have to learn to hold it through the falls.

Two boys came quick like a holy rush,

sleepless nights and not enough.

Trying to be parents, trying to find ourselves,

building up a home while still growing up as well.

Pre-Chorus

We’ve had seasons we were strangers

sleeping on the same side of the bed,

but even when the house felt broken,

love was whispering instead.

Chorus

After all the years, all the fights,

all the tears at 2 a.m. in the kitchen light,

I’m still choosing you.

Through the failures, through the doubt,

through the days we almost walked it out,

I’m still choosing you.

We’re not perfect, never were,

but there’s no one else on earth

I’d rather build this fragile little world with than you.

Twenty‑six years later,

I’m still choosing you.

Verse 2

Thirteen years after the second boy cried,

we were tired, pulled apart, both sides.

Paper on the table, almost said “we’re through,”

then heaven wrote Arianna in the room.

She was grace in the middle of a breaking line,

a little girl with perfect timing.

Because of her, I found the courage

to stay, to fight, to try again,

to remember you’re not just my wife—

you’re my best friend.

Pre-Chorus

We learned love is more than feelings,

it’s a promise in the storm,

it’s two imperfect, hurting people

choosing to keep each other warm.

Chorus

After all the years, all the fights,

all the times we didn’t know if we were right,

I’m still choosing you.

Through the distance, through the blame,

through “I can’t” and “I’m ashamed,”

I’m still choosing you.

We took “better or for worse”

and saw most of what that meant,

but I’d still say yes a thousand times again.

Twenty‑six years later,

I’m still choosing you.

Bridge

We built our own little universe—

messy, loud, and full of grace—

where the kids know we’re not perfect

but they know this love is safe.

If the future lets us wrinkle

side by side in rocking chairs,

I’ll be thanking God for every

hard year that got us there.

Final Chorus

So here’s to every slammed door night,

every “sorry” that took time,

every hand we didn’t let go of

even when we crossed the line.

Here’s to laughter in the kitchen,

to the scars that made us true—

I don’t know what tomorrow holds,

but I know I’ll face it next to you.

If I had to live my whole life over,

knowing all that we’d go through,

I’d still be that twenty‑three‑year‑old

standing there, choosing you.

Outro

We’re a long way from those kids

who thought love would be easy to do