I look at you, and I can’t really remember our beginning anymore. That exciting, bubbly feeling that accompanied our firsts in everything has faded to a consistent and faithful hum.
Here now, in the weeds of life—the thick of parenting, the building of our life stage—all the years of struggling to make it. Here we are, often so tired, but still trying- sometimes searching for the excitement of how it used to be.
This middle of our love—a little bit worn with the years, but somehow stronger than it was when it began. A little like our favourite blanket, no longer fresh and new, but comforting and familiar in its well-loved state.
The middle is often underestimated—not given as much thought and slightly discredited. But this middle love is built on that new and exciting love.
This middle love is where we hold on even tighter and look how far we’ve come. This middle love is the foundation for building what is to come. And it’s this middle love that carries us through to that love at the end.
This middle is the best we’ve had. And I wouldn’t change a thing.
Originally published on the author’s Instagram page