Marriage: February 2006 Archives

Want to know how I know that I married the world's most perfect man? Want to know how I know that no other man in the world would do for me the way Steven does? Want to know how I know how much he loves me? I'll tell you how I know ... I do the breastfeeding ... And he? ... He does the 3am burping and rocking of the baby boy. If that isn't love I don't know what is ...

Hallmark commercials have been known to make me cry. The ones that make me cry the easiest retell the stories of romance, of young love, of first love, of new found love, man and woman love, adult romance, time tested and remaining true love. Yesterday Hallmark hit me right where I live (and love) and it wasn't a commercial. Steven was up at 4am and off to work. He left me in our bed with a tiny baby tucked close to my side having just finished nursing. When I woke later I walked into our livingroom to find cards laid out for each of us, the last bearing the name "Steven". I opened the card addressed to our son and my heart flip-flopped in my chest, the reason I married the man I did surged through my veins and tears rushed to fill my eyes. I chose wisely this man that I married.

It's a Little One's 1st Valentine's Day. "Sometime's," said Pooh, "the smallest things take up the most room in your heart." Happy First Valentine's Day to someone sweet and small and new. I love you, Dad

*sobbing*