22/09/2025
He’s rich—not because of what’s in his wallet,
but because he stayed when he could’ve walked away.
When those two pink lines showed up,
he didn’t flinch.
He chose us.
He chose me.
He chose the tiny heartbeat we hadn’t even heard yet.
From the very start, he became a father in every way that matters.
Not just in name—but in love, in effort, in presence.
He carried the weight, and never made it feel heavy for me.
This kind of rich isn’t about money.
It’s about being there when it counts.
About protecting what you love.
About choosing family over fear.
That’s the kind of rich that can’t be spent,
can’t be lost,
can’t be taken away.
That’s real wealth.
And it lasts forever.
♥️
