I love your father above anyone and above anything else. I love looking back at our happiest and most care-free times. But I also enjoy remembering how he has loved me through indescribably hard times.
I’ll never forget the tears in his eyes when he asked me to marry him or the laughter we shared as a poor newly wed couple trying to make our own fun, or how he looked at me in awe when I gave birth to you.
But I’ll also never forget how we took turns holding each other when we found out your brother had a genetic syndrome that we never saw being a part of our story. Or how he took care of me after we had a miscarriage, even though he was in just as much pain. Or how he held my hand as doctors performed surgery on me so I could bring your other brother into this world- both of us tried not to cry for each other’s sake.
Dear daughter, my point is this: find someone who loves you so completely, who you love equally as much, so that when bad times come, you can hold each other together when it feels as if everything else is falling apart.
Choose wisely, my love.
To Andy,
My love, I thank God every day for you. I’m not even upset we are in the NICU on our anniversary. The way you advocate for our son is inspiring and makes me love you even more. I love doing life with you, even when life is incredibly hard.
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This article originally appeared at News Anchor to Home Maker. Start the beginning of our high-risk pregnancy journey, here.
