A toast to us
This weekend Ry and I had so many of those moments I want to remember forever. We toasted to having found each other and the windy path that got us to that point, to the love and friendship that we have, and to the hope and prayer that nothing will ever take one of us away from our duet.
We went night swimming, ate great meals, laughed hysterically, stole looks, gave kisses, and shared a yoga practice. Each moment felt like a mini-celebration of us, and everything we’ve been through together so far. There were hints of the worry that life may never be this way again (little man is due in less than 3 weeks!) but also glimmers of the desire that we could love each other more (is that even possible?). That we could pass that love on and share it, that our kid(s) could learn what love is from us and the knowledge that they’d be lucky to do so. I can’t say I had that growing up, but I yearned for it.
We have no idea what we have in store for us with adding to our family of two. And all of our dreams come with their own set of fears, so I hope no matter what comes our way, that we’ll hold tight to what we have and only allow it to grow, and continue through the years, to toast to us.
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