We Made a Family with Love—And That Love Still Lives

We made a family with love.

Not by accident. Not in passing. But with planning, courage, and tenderness.

Through syringes and signatures. Through long conversations and even longer silences. Through IVF, adoption, surrogacy, co-parenting—we wove our family together, strand by sacred strand.

We dared to dream. We dared to hope. We dared to love this child before the world ever saw them.

And then—they were gone.

What we lost wasn’t just a baby. We lost a future. We lost the firsts. The birthdays, the lullabies, the quiet mornings. We lost the names we whispered at night. We lost the story we had only just begun.

And yet—we are still a family.

Because love made us. And love does not disappear with death.

We live in a world that doesn’t always know how to hold queer grief. It forgets our love, questions our roles, asks cruel things like:

“Was it your biological child?” “Were you the one who carried?” “Do you still want to be a parent?”

As if loss isn’t real unless it fits a certain mold. As if our grief needs credentials. As if our love needs permission.

But we know—love is what made us parents. And love is what still connects us to our child, even now.

So if you are reading this, and your baby is no longer here…please know:

You are still a mother. Still a father. Still a parent. Still family.

And the love you carry—the love you built this family with—still lives.