warning: sap ahead.
i don’t know what i would do without the love and support of this man.
since blogging is now the way i can get things down to remember later, to blurt them out before i forget, i want to share this story.
best thanksgiving ever. that goes without saying, right? but one of my favorite moments, one that i will never forget, happened when the babies were sleeping.
the cafeteria brought me a thanksgiving dinner. yummmm. turkey patty and yellow gravy. actually it wasn’t that bad. but they had an extra tray and gave it to jimmy.
we sat facing each other and had a thanksgiving dinner.
before we ate, j grabbed my hand and said a prayer. he thanked the Lord for all of the blessings we’d been given. i could just hear the love and awe in his voice, and tears streamed down my face.
i LOVE that he is so strong and tough at work, but not afraid to show his heart at home.
i love that he loves being a daddy.
he swaddles babies, snuggles them back to sleep, rubs my back, brings me water, kisses me on the head and tells me he’s proud of me.
we have these babies because of our love for each other. it’s a testament to our love story.
he made me laugh during labor , even during the really big contractions.
he held my hand when i cried.
and then…he stood by my side and gripped my hand as they came into the world.
what would i do without him?
i am so grateful that he was home to see the babies born. so grateful. i know that it’s God’s timing, but he could have so easily been gone.
and for those of you who thought i was being too positive on the last post, that i wasn’t admitting how hard it really is (NOT true, by the way. i just choose to look at things in a positive way. doesn’t mean it’s not hard, doesn’t mean i don’t cry or get frustrated)….i’m not saying our marriage is PERFECT. does such a thing even exist? we drive each other nuts sometimes. he doesn’t like how i don’t put things back where they go. i don’t like the way he loses patience too quickly at times.
but that’s love. perfectly imperfect.
if perhaps you don’t understand my thought process on my post the other day, how i can say it’s a privilege, and that perhaps i’m being too hard on myself, not facing how much it stinks to have a newborn that doesn’t sleep…if you wonder how i can feel lucky to be up all night holding my babies? if maybe you think i’m just full of you know what?
go read this beautiful girl’s blog. see what i mean? she’s amazing. and she can’t even hold her beautiful, precious girl. she doesn’t know if she’ll make it day to day.
that’s what i mean when i say i’m lucky to be sleep-deprived. 🙂
happy whateverdayitis.
xoxo
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xoxo