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It's the Little Things - Love & New Beginnings


“Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.” — Winnie the Pooh

When I first fell in love with Timothy, I thought I understood what love was. Before we started dating, I had been in a rough relationship that ended poorly, with a lot of pain and unspoken anger on both sides. When he began to love me, he helped me piece myself back together. In his gentle care, I found the strength to discover myself and even learn independence in a way I hadn’t before.

I had a very loving and supportive family growing up. My parents encouraged us to follow our dreams and reach for our goals. My siblings and I had our squabbles, of course, but at the end of the day we loved each other deeply. We lived in Louisiana, surrounded by my mom’s side of the family, which is primarily Cajun French. Loud celebrations, big hugs, and a joie de vivre that is unsurpassed by any others I’ve ever met characterized their love.

In a more minor capacity, I had experienced love with my pets—a few small dogs when I was a kid, then the two sickly kittens Timothy and I adopted. One of them required nursing and force-feeding with a syringe for several weeks as she recovered from an awful infection. And I still love those stupid cats, despite all their persnickety behavior.

And then the newest kind—the love of a mother for her child.

When that magical positive test showed up at 5:30 AM on a Friday morning, I felt the flood of emotions: joy, fear, the thrill of excitement, and above all, love. Each passing week made that love grow a little.

Then the first kicks, and I fell in love all over again. It was becoming so real. Now, baby is squirmy and kicking almost all day every day, and it becomes harder and harder to ignore!

Like I said before, I thought I understood love when Timothy and I first started dating. I was proven wrong when we got married and I realized that what I had seen as love was only the very beginning. Now, a year and a half into marriage, I realize that the love I have for him today—and the love he has for me—is radically different from what we felt at the altar. And with each passing day, I get the huge blessing of watching my husband and best friend transform into a father.

On December 29th, we had our 20-week scan and found out that we are having a perfectly healthy baby boy, whose images show a button nose like his dad’s and tiny little fingers and toes. I watched Timothy’s eyes light up as he saw his son’s face and heard him squeal with delight as the ultrasound showed the baby stretching and squirming.

I can’t wait to watch the next stage of love: when that tiny boy joins us out here. Not only will I be able to look into my son’s eyes and scrunchy little face and hear his tiny voice, but I will get to watch Timothy step fully into the role of a dad.

They say it’s the little things—the tiniest things—that take up the most room in your heart. Every time we hear our son’s heartbeat or look at the many ultrasound photos we have, I am reminded of this fact. I’m still learning about love—and I have a feeling that I will be for the rest of my life.

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