Sunday, June 19, 2011

A letter to my husband

It was a little over three years ago we found out we were going to have a baby. I remember taking the pregnancy test and when the double blue lines showed up on the EPT test, I cried. And I cried. And then you came to my rescue and assured me everything would be ok. You said that we were ready to be parents, that we loved each other and would have so much fun raising a baby. When our beautiful baby boy was born the following August, we were overwhelmed with joy and fear. The challenges of parenthood were tough; up at night, long days with no naps from him, putting each other last and him first. But we wouldn't change a thing, would we? He made us feel closer than ever. As a baby, we would stare at him in amazement. Looking at him, looking at each other, smiles on our faces as big as they possibly could be. He made us parents, he made you a Dad. He made us wise, and strong, taught us lessons we would have never learned any other way. He shaped us and made us a family. A family I am so proud of and love sharing with you. Our kids are so lucky to have you, and so am I. 

Happy Father's Day to you, my love.