It’s the quiet, sometimes fleeting moments, at the end of a busy day. It’s the tired cuddles on the couch when the baby is asleep and the house is still. It’s the holding of each other’s hands when our hands aren’t full.
It's the living in chaos and learning how to remain calm when anxiety arises. It's the both of us being so tired, all we can do is laugh and cry together. It's the juggling of work, friendship, the baby and each other. It's learning how to prioritise each other, making space for intimate moments.
It’s remembering why we fell in love in the first place. It’s knowing that this season we’re living in is part of our greater love story. It’s being grateful that we get to be best friends, lovers and parents every single day.
It's the rare date nights when we take a break from being "mama and dada" and get to be us, but we end up talking about the baby the whole time. It's staying in with a movie and burgers. It's dance parties in the kitchen. It's reading books in bed together.
It's seeing beauty in the most mundane moments. It's choosing grace and kindness over winning the argument. It's reminding each other that "the days are long, but the years are short". It's knowing there is no other person on the planet you would want to be your most tired, most irritable, most impatient self with. It's knowing that on your worst day, they will still love you and be there to lift you up and on their worst, you will be there to do the same.
This is love with little ones.