The Choice That Built a Family
What started as a helping hand evolved into something greater. Greg didn’t just show up; he chose to stay. Night feedings became shared responsibilities, lullabies were hummed in doorways, and his presence slowly unknotted the constant tension in my shoulders. He didn’t demand gratitude or recognition—he simply loved, day after day, quietly building trust and care.
By the time the triplets were four, they called him “Dad.” We married under backyard string lights, our toddlers smearing frosting on paper plates with giggles and sticky fingers. I returned to school, completed my degree, and began working in family law, motivated by the desire to protect children and parents in situations like mine. Together, we purchased a modest house, one that buzzed with chaos, laughter, and the certainty that love—real, deliberate love—was the foundation.
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