Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Three years ago today...
I married my best friend. And as cheesy and cliche as that sounds, it's true.
After we got married and fell comfortably into the routine of us, I didn't think I could love him any more than I already did. After all, I loved him a LOT, and I didn't think my heart could get any fuller.
But then there was Luke...
And the man who said we had to have a doula not just because I wanted a natural childbirth, but because he didn't think he could handle the "ick" of childbirth, found out that when it's your wife and your child, the ick isn't so much ick afterall. Of course, we love our doula and wouldn't have had a birth without her there, but my squeamish husband was pretty amazing, too.
The moment Luke was born, he was in love. Luke did not leave his sight for one second, so much so that my mom had to gently remind him that he did still have a wife as well, and maybe he should go give me a kiss, too. But oh, my heart GREW that day. It grew not only for Luke, but for my love of Shane as a daddy. As an amazing Daddy. Still, every day, when I see him playing with Luke or reading with Luke or gently kissing his forehead when he thinks I'm not looking...my heart bursts and grows a little bigger. Who knew you could love this much?
So now, three years later, I have this absolutely amazing little family, and still, I can't help but feel that the best is yet to come.