Having a baby changes things.
I am falling in love all over the place.
I fell in love when I saw Charlotte for the first time. I fell more in love with Brooklyn when I watched as she held her and kissed her and brushed her hair so softly. I fell more in love with my mom, as she provided the comfort that only a mother can. I fell more in love with Austin's family, for sharing in such a beautiful moment in my life. For the first time, I really felt like they were my family- we are all family. Everyone just belonged to each other, in some way. Even our friends that came to visit felt more like family. Having Charlotte in our world and so many people who wanted to be a part of that made me feel loved. And as much as I thank God for bringing her here safely, I praise Him for all the amazing people He has put in my life.
And of all the ways I'm falling, I am falling hardest for Austin. He was everything I needed him to be from the moment we stepped foot in the hospital. He was strong and steady and gentle and loving, and I couldn't have done it without him. And however sad it may be, it was the first time ever that I allowed myself to completely need him- or any man for that matter. And I don't want to go back to the way I was before. I don't want to go back to the guarded girl, always having an exit strategy. Because I don't want to lose Austin, ever. I don't want to push him away because I keep him in the box that the men in my past had built. Austin is my very best friend, and I could never be without him. God has taught me a lot about love lately. He has shown me what love isn't, but more than that, He has shown me what love is.
Having our daughter hasn't magically made all our problems disappear. But it has brought us closer in a way that I can't describe. Every time I watch Austin wrap her up so gently, or just stare at her in admiration, or change her diaper with more enthusiasm than any dirty diaper deserves...I just fall more in love. I look at him and I get excited to spend the rest of my life with him. And when he brings me dinner or rubs my feet or kisses me just to kiss me, I thank God over and over. We don't have it all figured out, but we have love. Real love. A love that is a force to be reckoned with. And today I praise God for the hard times, because we had to go through them in order to truly recognize just how good we have it. I praise God for it all.
My prayer is this:
I pray that everyone has someone that they can just be themselves with. Someone who isn't intimidated by the baggage, and rises to the challenge to love them through it. I pray that all women get to know what it feels like to fall in love all over again- with themselves, with their children, with family, or with a good man. I pray that anyone who might be facing hard times in their relationship doesn't start looking to the exit strategy, but instead sees an opportunity to love deeper, stronger, faithfully. I pray that you might know what it feels like to be held...by God, by your mother's hand, in the arms of a man that loves you with everything he has.
I pray that you find your very best friend in your life partner. I pray that despite the highs and lows, none of us are ever too far gone to fall in love again.
Having a baby changes things, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
"...perhaps fully experiencing the hard, unpredictable road helps us to recognize the good place when we arrive."