Calm moments of reprieve. When it’s just me and FoH.

It’s been just us for a good four and a half years. That’s hard to believe, wrap my mind around — that it’s already been that long yet that quick.

Part of me mourns the loss of us. Knowing I’ll never have this time back. That is life, with anything, I keep telling myself.

Nothing stays the same. No matter how much we cling to and want it to.

I have only ten weeks to go till this baby makes his arrival. Yes, his. Did I mention that? Another boy. I can’t remember {because pregnancy brain}.

I’ve been quieter this pregnancy. More cautious; guarded. Protective of myself, my heart and my baby.

And it’s no surprise that I go quiet when I have big life events to digest. It takes me a while. To sort it out.

Despite all the unknowns and what ifs and trying to picture what life will or won’t be like, this I know:

That there is already more love in my life; this soul is meant to be mine.