They laughed when my son walked across the stage at his graduation ceremony with a newborn in his arms – one woman whispered: “Just like his mother…”

Because nobody in this house wanted to face life alone.

We’ve created some space.

We have adapted.

We fought.

But we stayed.

A year later, our house is louder. More chaotic. More difficult.

And richer than I could ever have imagined.

Sometimes I still think back to that night.

It’s funny.

To the woman who said, “Like her mother.”

She was right.

He’s like me.

He chose love, even though it would have been easier to run away.

He was afraid, yet he stayed.