When I met my husband, I thought I had found love so raw, so deep, and so genuine that I would never fall in love again.
I was wrong.
When he cried when he met our first born and cut his umbilical cord — I fell in love again.
When I was covered in milk stains, pumping on one side and nursing on the other, un-showered and in the same pants I had worn all week, he told me I was beautiful — I fell in love again.
When he stayed up all night building the master Lego Set on Christmas Eve — I fell in love again.
When there was no heartbeat on the ultrasound, and he knew that no words could take the pain away, so he just hugged me tight — I fell in love again.
When I woke up and noticed his side of the bed still made and I found him downstairs making the best Easter Egg Hunt ever — I fell in love again.
When I was 9 months pregnant and he painted my toenails for me — I fell in love again.
When I forgot about my contractions because he had me laughing so hard in the delivery room with our second born — I fell in love again.
When he remembered to move that darn Elf every night in December — I fell in love again.
When he watched “Love Actually” with me for the 5th time — I fell in love again.
When the whole house was sick and he was on toilet duty — I fell in love again.
When he wouldn’t leave my side when our youngest was in distress and prayed for both of us and asked the doctors a million questions — I fell in love again.
When I found him sleeping on the floor next to the crib — I fell in love again.
When he taught our boys that chivalry matters and that you should still hold the door for people even if they can open the door themselves — I fell in love again.
When he worked 30 hours of overtime in 2 weeks so that we could afford a family vacation — I fell in love again.
When he rode the roller coaster 3 times even though he has motion sickness because it made the boys happy — I fell in love again.
When I met my husband, I thought I had found love so raw, so deep, and so genuine that I would never fall in love…
