17/05/2026
Some days flowed easy, calm and bright,
Some came with tears in the middle of night.
There were moments of doubt, of pain, of grace,
And learning to trust our own quiet pace.
No two journeys are ever the same—
Each mother, each baby, their own little flame.
Some paths are winding, some unexpectedly steep,
Some filled with struggle, some beautifully deep.
But in every latch, every pause, every try,
There is love no struggle can deny.
Not measured in ounces, in time, or in way,
But in showing up, day after day.
And through all the ups and all the downs,
Through heavy hearts and tiny crowns,
The journey tells a story true—
Of strength, of patience, and love growing too.
