Our love looks different now that we’ve had kids.

It looks like my husband putting my favorite song on after the kids wake up, just because he knows I love it. It came on in the car and we couldn’t turn the radio up for me to sing at the top of my lungs, because, you know, nap time can’t be interrupted for any reason these days.

It looks like a tired husband washing a sink full of dishes at the end of the day because I never got around to doing it.

It looks like takeout on the couch and calling it date night, while folding laundry to something we want to watch on tv.

It looks like days filled with spit up, giggles, tears, snuggles, chicken nuggets, and love.

We don’t have enough time to for each other anymore. That’s just the stage of life we are in right now. Our love isn’t any less these days, it just looks different.

This different is the stuff teenage us dreamed about.

So I think different is okay for a little while.

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