****WARNING: THIS IS A SAPPY POST. YA GIRL IS IN HER FEELS TODAY..****
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Last night, after all of the household chores had been done and Lee had been put to bed, D and I climbed into our bed and turned on the television.
D scrolled through Hulu for a minute and then selected a show. As the familiar intro began playing, he paused it, turned on his side facing me, and asked me how my day was. And then, nearly an hour and a half of talking later, we realized what time it was and went to sleep.
I didn’t know when I married him, that after seven years together, he would still make it a point to ask me how my day went. The monotony of marrying a banker, amirite?
I didn’t know when I married him, that I would continue to love him more and more each day of our life together. I was pretty sure the day of our wedding would be the peak.
I didn’t know when I married him, that I would struggle with infertility. And that he would never once allow me to feel like it was because of something I had done wrong.
I didn’t know when I married him, that he would go back to town (a 25 minute drive for us) to buy me more pregnancy tests, because I refused the notion that the six positive tests in front of me were conclusive evidence.
I didn’t know when I married him, that he would lean over me at our prenatal appointments and block the ultrasound screen with his big ol’ head, pointing out Lee’s features as if I couldn’t see them myself.
I didn’t know when I married him, that he would insist on being opposite my Mother in the delivery room, syncing his movements of pushing my legs back, with hers, to help me bring our son into the world.
I didn’t know when I married him, that he would become the most incredible father I had ever seen. And that watching him love on and teach our son would make happy tears stream down my face.
I didn’t know when I married him, that he would actually get mad at me for getting up in the middle of the night with our son, instead of waking him up so he could have a turn.
I didn’t know when I married him, that while we were teaching our son how to sleep through the night in his big boy bed, he would lay beside him long after he had fallen asleep and just hold him tight against his chest and kiss his face for an hour.
I didn’t know when I married him, that there were still things I didn’t know about him. I knew he was wonderful, but I thought I had him all figured out.
Now, here are a bunch of pictures of D and Lee man, because they make me happy and that’s basically all that I take.