This is a sponsored post written by me on behalf of Barilla, but opinions are my own.
My beloved and I distinctly remember the moment. We were sitting at our dinner table in our first wee home. We locked eyes, and said to each other: “We’re ready.” Ready, finally, to take the leap from where we were – a family of two committed people – into the inky unknown of two-plus. If we were the luckiest people in the world, we would be led into that unknown by a few small people we could call our children.
Turns out we were indeed the luckiest people in the world. My beloved’s will and bodily fortitude coupled not just with my own love and dedication, but with the courage and generosity of two old friends. One of them had a great idea (use my husband as your donor!), and the other of them (said husband) had great genes and an open heart.
Plenty of talking followed at each others’ dinner tables over the course of several months: we were proposing, after all, that we join our two families together with a uniquely powerful bond: children, our own and each other’s. There could be no knowing what that would feel like, yet also no going back.
Of all the things that define our family, this non-nuclear beginning will always be one of the things I cherish most. Our children are quite literally the products of the best of what humans can do with and for each other. They are precious harvest not just of love and will, but also courage and generosity, and trust on all four of our parts. Without all these ingredients together, my beloved’s and my children simply wouldn’t exist.