On Love

It's funny how love changes.

It grows in such a different direction from where it once began.

The pensive love. The dizzy love. The just can't get enough love. The O.M.G. we're getting married love!

And then come children.

They change who you are.

They change how you love. 

I remember when I had my first, my beautiful Isabella.

I sat in an upstairs bedroom having just finished nursing.

The sun was coming through the window on an October day, just so.

I laid her down beside me and could not, just could not, get the stupid grin off my face.

My husband walked in at that moment.

I looked up and said "I am so happy". And I still remember feeling like I might burst with the love that I had for that tiny human being. 

From that day on, I can truly say that I knew what love was. 

The purest kind. 

I loved my husband, yes. But this? This was different. 

It changed me.

It changed how I loved. 

On Valentine's Day and every day...

these 3 have my heart. 

izzy and julian, valentine's day 2003
Ava, fall 2012 

Happy Valentine's Day.

Fifteen

I'm ashamed to say that I haven't looked at these photos in far, far too long.
In fact, I don't think my children have ever seen the large album tucked away downstairs.
I made up for that yesterday.
I spent hours pouring over them. Reliving the happy memories of that day.
I remember planning every last detail. 
Making sure everything was just the way we wanted it to be.
And it was that. And more. 

  

15 years ago today, we were married.

For better or worse.
And there has been some of both. But happily, the good has outweighed the bad. And then some. 
No one said it would be easy. But I'm so glad we've made it this far. 

Happy Anniversary my love.
15 years. 3 babies. 
We done good.