That night, Luke asked questions I wasn’t sure how to answer. I held him close and reminded him that he wasn’t alone — that no matter what changed around us, he still had me, always.
In the months that followed, we moved to a new city where life felt a little lighter. We created routines that brought comfort: morning pancakes, evening walks, and story time before bed. Healing didn’t come overnight, but slowly the heaviness eased. Luke’s laughter returned, filling the home in ways I missed more than I realized.
And somewhere in that journey, I found a sense of peace too. I stopped searching for what we lost and started focusing on what we still had — a bond strong enough to carry us forward. Our family looked different now, but the love remained steady, warm, and real.
Life has a way of reshaping itself around love, and step by step, ours continues to grow — enough for today, and enough for all the days ahead.