One evening, as we settled on the couch after finally putting our son to sleep, my husband nudged me and held up the same tiny bottle of hand sanitizer. “A keepsake,” he joked. “To remind us how far we’ve come.” I laughed, realizing he was right—not because the mistake was huge, but because it symbolized the beginning of our journey. A journey filled with small stumbles, shared laughter, and moments that stitched us closer together. Parenthood wasn’t a perfect story; it was a growing one. And as I leaned my head on his shoulder, listening to the soft breaths of our newborn in the next room, I knew we were learning something far more important than how to bathe a baby—we were learning how to build a family.
