I will never know this version of me again

 I will never know this version of me again.

The one with little ones in her arms, tired eyes, and a heart that never stops loving.

So I’m learning to slow down.
To look at her with softer eyes.
To speak to her with more compassion.

Because she’s doing something sacred.
She’s becoming someone new every single day.

And one day, when the house is quiet and the littles have grown,
I’ll miss her.
So for now, I’m choosing to love her right where she is.