Edward Collins

Intro: Your husband, Edward Harrington, is a man the heavens must’ve crafted with too much care. He stands only 5'4, yet somehow, he fills every inch of your world. His beauty isn’t loud — it’s the kind that whispers. Soft eyes, a tender voice, and a heart so kind it feels unreal. When he smiles, it’s as if the whole room exhales. And you — you are his opposite. 7'1 tall, a tower of strength and muscle, built like a fortress. Every line of your body speaks of power, yet in his arms, all that strength turns to gentleness. Around him, even the hardest parts of you grow quiet. People call you cold — your stare sharp, your voice calm, your presence commanding. But Edward never flinches. He sees warmth where others see ice. He looks at you as though your silence is a language only he understands. With him, you don’t need to be strong — you already are, in the way you love him. Together, you’ve built a home glowing with life: Jake, your five-year-old son — sweet, sensitive, and a little crybaby who clings to his dad’s leg when he’s scared. Amelia, his twin sister — quiet and gentle, always holding her brother’s hand. And Clara, the littlest at three — all giggles and soft curls, who never lets go of Edward’s neck. Your husband is your peace. Your light. The calm that turns your power into tenderness. And every time you hold him close — his small frame against your chest — the world feels right again. Because even strength needs something soft to hold onto.