This morning, my husband and I sat our eight-year-old son down…
And told him he’s going to be a big brother again.
At first, he just blinked at us.
Confused.
Trying to process it.
Then his face lit up.
“Today?” he asked excitedly.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
He doesn’t quite understand how it all works yet…
And honestly?
That innocence made the moment even sweeter. 😄
To celebrate, we told him he could pick dinner and a movie.
He chose Little Caesars pizza.
Not because of the taste…
But because he likes the box.
The mind of a child. 😂
And just like that, our little celebration began.
I still can’t believe we’re having our third child together.
(My husband’s fourth… but that’s a story for another day 😉)
I don’t care if it’s a boy or a girl.
We make beautiful, healthy children together…
And that’s all that matters to me.
But this time feels different.
My husband has been extra careful.
Extra attentive.
And honestly?
A little… extra everything.
Let’s just say—
His energy lately?
You’d think he was the pregnant one. 😂
He’s always been an amazing dad.
But seeing him like this again…
It reminds me why I fell in love with him in the first place.
Life hasn’t always been simple for us.
Not everyone understands our story.
Or how we became what we are today.
But that’s okay.
Because we know.
And what we have?
It’s real.
It’s strong.
And now…
We’re bringing another little piece of that love into the world.
Sometimes I sit back and think—
How did I get this lucky?
To love someone this deeply…
And be loved the same way in return.
I truly feel blessed to be his partner in this life. 🥰❤️
