Sunday, June 20, 2010


He takes care of me while I'm too sick to move. While my growing belly is stretching, my hormones are raging, my body too tired to do much. He takes care of me.

He is patient with my endless crying because a greeting card opened the floodgates. My sudden snaps of anger, my moodiness, my randomness. He is patient with me.

He loves me not because I deserve it but because he has freely given it. I don't always accept this love in the most gracious manner, but seeing the wonderful man he is makes me want to try harder. He loves me.

Thank you sweet husband for being a good dad to our growing baby and our baby in Heaven. You are so good to us. We love you and can't wait for next year when you will get to hold our growing baby in your arms. Happy Father's Day.

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