“To most, this is just a picture of a guy walking into a hospital, sometime really early in the morning, carrying his wife’s ridiculous amount of bags. But it’s not that, it’s so much bigger.
This is a guy walking into the same hospital he’d walked into 13 years prior to visit his best friend who’d just given birth to a baby girl. He was 18, and his friend was me, a single mom who just turned 19. I brought a little girl into the world having no idea what the future held for her or for myself.
Fast forward many years: this guy didn’t miss a birthday, a dance recital, a school art show, or any milestone. He showed up and kept showing up for the little girl and his best friend. We ended up getting married in 2016, officially becoming a family of three.
We struggled for years to get pregnant, resulting in IVF and the birth of our miracle boy, who spent 13 days after he was born. He is now thriving, and his dad is his best friend. You’ll find him with his nose pressed against the window each night, waiting for him to come home.
This picture was taken a month ago, as we were walking in to have our third child. Another baby girl. My husband, James, refused to bring another girl into the family without making sure his first daughter shared his last name. He legally adopted her, and made sure she knew she was and would always be his first born girl, his heart and soul.
Three times we walked the halls of this hospital, always as best friends, but each trip we grew as a family, and each time James made sure I was never alone. If I could tell the 19 year old version of myself what the future held with this man…
Well, I wouldn’t have waited so gosh darn long to marry him.”
– Sarah Mullins
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