This man right here loves me so well. He patiently listens, holds me when I’m upset, and makes me laugh when I take things too seriously. His encouragement means everything. The past month has been filled with nights of us both arriving home and him cooking while I used too many words to try and say the simplest things.
We are so happy to be here. I often have to stop and remember everything that has happened in such a short time. It’s wonderful and hard and new and normal all at once. I have definitely been feeling more overwhelmed than thankful. The struggle is real. But it’s also a really good reminder that no matter how far you’ve come, it’s a gift to get to keep going. I think part of being strong and brave is being willing to persist when you’re feeling weak and afraid.
We keep talking about small healthy habits. It’s easy for me to toss these aside when things get busy. But the smallest things can really have the biggest influence on the day. Little pieces of happiness in your pocket are always worth the effort. And so we keep moving forward in the little moments, remembering to be intentional about time well spent. And I keep splurging on organic coconut milk for our creamer because those early morning cups of coffee together are worth celebrating.