Sometimes it might seem like I’ve forgotten about us—amid the cluster feeding and the baseball practices. In the heaps of diapers or the bubbly bath water. In this phase when my body is not my own, and it isn’t yours either.

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When my mind is too tired to string together another thought, and my voice is lost from whispering, not sweet nothings, but another lullaby.

But I still remember who we are.

Mirror souls, an unstoppable force, two hearts entangled—and we are conquering this part together because our relationship will go through seasons. And right now
we share our bed and each other too.

Teenage dreams gave way to sleepless nights, but I still see you in the morning text waiting for me. In the knowing smiles over the tops of little heads. And in the way you carry all the heavy things.

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I feel you in the kisses on your way out, the belly laughter, and the way you squeeze my hand. The stolen snuggles feel more special because they are harder to come by.

I didn’t forget.

I know I’m the lucky one to get to share this life. And I know no season of our marriage is permanent, so I will cherish this one with you.

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