When I first crossed paths with my husband, I believed I had unearthed a love so profound and authentic that I’d never experience those feelings again. I was mistaken.
The moment he shed tears while meeting our first child and cutting the umbilical cord, I found myself falling in love anew. When I was a disheveled mess, milk stains adorning my clothes, pumping on one side while nursing on the other — unshowered and wearing the same pants for days — and he looked at me and said I was beautiful, I fell in love again.
As he stayed awake on Christmas Eve to assemble the ultimate Lego set, I discovered another layer of love for him. When the ultrasound revealed silence instead of a heartbeat, and he enveloped me in his arms, knowing that words would fail, I fell in love again.
One morning, I woke to see his side of the bed perfectly made, only to find him downstairs preparing an unforgettable Easter Egg Hunt; I fell in love again. While I was nine months pregnant, he lovingly painted my toenails, and I fell in love again.
He had me laughing so hard during the labor of our second child that I forgot about my contractions, and I fell in love again. When he diligently moved that pesky Elf every night in December, I fell in love again.
Watching him endure the toilet duty when the whole house was sick, I fell in love again. His unwavering support during our youngest’s distress, praying alongside me and asking the doctors countless questions, made me fall in love again. I found him resting on the floor next to the crib one night, and I fell in love again.
He instilled values of chivalry in our boys, teaching them to hold doors open even when it wasn’t necessary, and I fell in love again. His dedication showed when he clocked in 30 hours of overtime within two weeks so we could enjoy a family vacation, and I fell in love again.
He rode the roller coaster three times despite his motion sickness simply to see the joy on our boys’ faces; I fell in love again. Each new wrinkle or gray hair I discovered didn’t faze him; he always said I grew prettier with age, and I fell in love again.
Some people say love is blind, but I beg to differ. True love is about seeing each other clearly, embracing one another completely—with acceptance, encouragement, and endless patience. It’s about finding the light even in our darkest moments. True love is an everyday journey of rediscovery.
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In summary, love is an evolving journey, filled with moments that deepen our bonds and remind us of our commitment to one another. Each day offers a new opportunity to fall in love again.