Raising a little human is hard.
It’s so much harder than I’d ever imagined.

And the hardest thing about parenting is that the world doesn’t stop.
Though your world has changed, in fact- it has completely flipped upside down, the real world, well, it doesn’t stop spinning. Professors still expect assignments. Jobs expect attendance. And bills must be paid.
But to add to the daily stress- this weight of responsibility, at times, is almost too heavy.

Honestly, it is no surprise to me that so many marriages end in broken hearts and empty fingers.
Kids make marriage hard. Kids make life hard.
Sure, I can talk all day about the absolute joy my son brings into my life, the immense happiness that warms my heart when I think about him. That still doesn’t take away from the fact that he relies on me for every aspect of his survival. And that is tough sometimes.

So, it would be the harsh truth to say that this first year of parenting has been the absolute toughest of my relationship. And yet, the love my heart holds for my husband is the strongest it has ever been.
On February 14, 2016 I woke up, sick, to the sound of my son calling for milk.My husband had the day off, and we spent it catching up on some neglected housework.

I found my husband cooking dinner, waiting for me. He silently smiled, and the sound of our song filled the room. Grabbing me by the hand, we danced in the kitchen. With the broccoli boiling over, and the kitchen screaming to be cleaned, he wrapped his arms around my waist and made me fall in love all over again.

The journey from being a couple to parenthood sure is one hell of a ride. But, take that trip with the right one, and you’ll find yourself smiling like a fool, with spit-up on your hoodie, and more happiness in your life than you can handle.

Happy Valentine’s Day.