Love, Letting Go…and everything in between.

In just a few weeks, I’ll watch my son, (my first born, my sweet baby boy) marry the love of his life. I’m excited, I’m proud and I’m overjoyed with emotion seeing my son happy. Then, just when I thought my heart couldn’t possibly stretch any wider, my daughter got engaged last week to the man of her dreams. Truthfully, they were equal parts made for one another…he’s the kind of man her Dad and I dreamt for her too.

My babies, grown now, building lives of their own and choosing forever partners. It’s beautiful. It’s overwhelming. It’s the kind of joy that sneaks up on you and fills your soul until you feel like you might just burst. Trust me bursting with tears has become my new norm.

But if I’m honest, there’s another layer to it. Motherhood has always been about holding on and letting go in waves. The first day of school, driver’s license, moving out, and now here we are, at the biggest wave yet. Giving my children away isn’t just a sweet phrase in a ceremony. It’s a heart-shaking reminder that the babies I once rocked to sleep are now adults stepping fully into a life where I’m no longer the center of their world.

And that’s exactly what I’ve been raising them for, isn’t it? To find love, to stand on their own two feet, to create families and futures that reflect who they are. Still, no one tells you how hard it is to loosen that grip, to unclench those mama fingers that have been holding on since the day they were born.

So here I am—half bursting with pride, half crying into my morning protein shake, and fully aware that this is the most bittersweet season of motherhood yet. But when I see the way my son looks at his bride-to-be, and the way my daughter lights up when she talks about her fiancé, I know they’re exactly where they’re meant to be. And maybe, just maybe, I am too.

Because love doesn’t get smaller when you share it. Somehow, it only grows. ❤️

-Signed Gigi in Training