The mornings don’t start loudly here.
They begin in half-light, before the day asks anything of us.
The house is still.
Coffee brewing.
Footsteps moving softly, familiar in the dark.
We’re finally finding a rhythm in this place.
A routine that feels natural, like it’s been waiting for us.
Each morning settles a little easier than the last, and somehow that makes everything feel right.
Jacob never rushes the morning.
Even when there’s a full day of work waiting, there’s a calm about him — like the world can wait another minute.
Sometimes we don’t say much.
We don’t need to.
There’s comfort in standing close, sharing the quiet, letting the day arrive on its own time.
I used to think love would be obvious — something you’d recognize right away.
Big moments. Big gestures.
Instead, it found me here.
In the ordinary.
In early mornings and gentle routines that feel like home.
Love looks like choosing each other before the sun comes up.
Like reaching for a hand without thinking.
Like knowing someone will be there at the beginning and the end of the day.
Now, with new life growing inside me, these mornings feel different.
More meaningful.
Like the small moments are the ones that matter most.
Someday, mornings will be louder.
Full of movement and voices and little feet on the floor.
But for now, it’s just us. And I am taking in all I can of just Jacob and I.
These are my favorite mornings.
Mornings with you.
-Fally <3