Three Hearts


Here's the thing. Relationships are hard; they take work. I know, right? Duh. I say this because I know how perfectly curated Instagram moments can present a fairytale-esque view of things. Don't get me wrong, I'm content in my relationship. But it hasn't always come easy. We argue and roll our eyes at each other and sometimes even go to bed angry (gasp!) It happens. It's okay. The important thing is that at the end of the day we still choose one another.

Becoming parents together is scary and has forced us to ask ourselves some very real and unexpected questions. Throw in some pregnancy hormones and we've got ourselves a real test to our commitment to one another. But I am and he is. And every day we work a little harder to strengthen us and be the best versions of ourselves not only together but separately. So that our son never has to question what real, hard love is.

I'm just now beginning to realize motherhood is shaping three hearts: mine, Joel's, and Walker's. It's terrifying and beautiful but on the days I have doubts, I fold myself against Joel's chest and I am reminded. We can do this. Because there's no one else I'd rather roll my eyes at.