There were no showers filled with balloons, no stack of parenting books waiting on the nightstand this time. My body was more tired, my days already full, and my worries heavier. I asked myself over and over: Would I have enough love left for you? Enough time? Enough strength?

And then you arrived. ✨
The moment your tiny fingers wrapped around mine, every fear dissolved. The noise of the world disappeared, and in its place was only you — my child, my miracle, my reminder that love always makes room.

You’ve taught me to breathe deeper, laugh louder, and let go of perfection. You’ve shown me grace in the mess, courage in exhaustion, and beauty in the little moments we often overlook. 💕

Most of all, you’ve shown me this truth: love isn’t something that runs out — it grows, multiplies, and overflows.

You didn’t make me a mother.
But you made me the mother I was meant to be. 🌸