This Love Looks Different Now
This love looks different now.
It’s not date nights and sleeping in. It’s not spontaneous road trips or lazy Saturdays with nowhere to be.
Now, our love lives in the quiet moments—in the kitchen after bedtime, talking while cleaning up dinner. In the sleepy “I love you” before one of us crashes into the pillow. In the way we celebrate when Talullah finally falls asleep
It’s in the shared glances across a messy living room, knowing we are not cleaning it today. the way we silently tag each other in and out of parenting when one of us needs a breath. It’s in the texts that say, “You’re doing great,” or “I picked up dinner.”
We don’t always get to sit and talk like we used to, but when we do, it means more.
We don’t always have the energy to say the big things, but we’re learning that small things—done in love—are the big things.
We’ve learned to lean into each other in ways we never did before. The hard conversations we used to avoid now come with a sense of urgency because we realize we’re shaping a little life. Our child’s childhood is in our hands, and with that comes a weight we never could have imagined. So we talk more. We listen more. We’re more inclined to push through the discomfort of hard discussions because we know it’s important—not just for our marriage, but for the life we’re building for our daughter.
The sacrifices have been big. We’ve both given up things we once took for granted—more sleep, more time together, the freedom to go out whenever we wanted. But in return, we’ve gained something so much more meaningful: the ability to be present—not just for our child, but for each other. We’ve learned that to love well in this season, we need to put in the work, even when we’re tired or stretched thin.
It’s not always easy. Sometimes, we struggle to find balance between being partners and parents. But we’re committed to this journey.
This love looks different now.
But it’s deeper. More rooted. More real.
Not because it’s always easy, but because we keep choosing each other—tired, stretched, growing.
And that’s the kind of love I’ll always be grateful for.
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