Walking into the nursery, I am once again overcome with emotion seeing the proof of the life we have built. Our home is filled with pictures, laughter, and love all day, every day, and I would change nothing about the life we have led.
I walk into the kitchen and see our brood all fighting for their dad’s attention, and I simply lean against the wall watching him corral them and give each of them equal love and patience. “Thank you, my love,” I say to him, hoping he can hear me over the excitement. He looks up at me and baby Regan and smiles.
“Thank you, my angel. For all of this.”
For the rest of our lives.