When I found out that I was pregnant, I was scared that he was going to run away. He took my hand and said, "WE'RE going to be okay"
At times I'm irrational, more times than others I am irritated beyond consoling but he is there to give me my space and when I finally let go of whatever it was that robbed me of my energy he rubs my back or gives me a hug letting me know it's okay. I can be a difficult woman, I won't lie. I am lucky that he is man enough to be patient and he loves me just the way I am.
He is the best husband and father I could have asked for - he gets the job done. He will change a smelly diaper without any complaints. He has cleaned the crib mattress our daughter got sick on many times at 12 or 1AM.
He is a true partner.
I once thought I was the unmarrying kind. Not that I didn't believe in the union, I was just paranoid of being with a man that would philander or leave me - it's what I am use to seeing in my family. I was skeptical and everytime I gave my heart to a man, my timing was off or bad things happened. I guess I accepted the fate that I wasn't deserving of that kind of pure love.
I am glad that I was wrong.
|(April 18, 2008)|
This is my other favorite photo from that day:
If we did have a traditional wedding, we would have danced to this song:
Back to writing about eye shadow and lipstick tomorrow!
I'm also lucky that he's planning to build a makeup storage unit for me since we don't have room in our bedroom for a vanity table.