I can’t believe I thought I was done

 I can’t believe I thought I was done.

That our story had reached its final chapter.
I packed away the baby things, made peace with the chaos we already had, told myself this was enough.

But there was still that tug.
Soft. Persistent. Easy to ignore if I stayed busy enough.

I almost did.
I almost missed this soul.

Now I look back and realize it wasn’t restlessness or nostalgia. It was intuition.
It was love arriving early, asking me not to close the door yet.

Some endings aren’t endings at all.
They’re pauses.
They’re breath-holding moments before life surprises you in the most humbling way.

And I’m so grateful I listened
because being “done” would have meant missing everything that came next.