Now here we are in the month of "giving thanks," and I'm thankful that my husband lets me buy crunchy peanut butter, and wanders around the pet store with me looking at the small animals every time we go to buy dog food, and makes me feel pretty even on the days I'm feeling more like a marshmallow than myself, and is so supportive of my desire to be a stay-at-home mom, and tells me he loves me so often that there's no way I could ever forget. I hope I'm at least half the source of comfort and happiness to him that he is to me. And as we grow closer and closer to the day that we'll become a "family," it strikes me daily that he is going to be so good at being a dad, especially to a little girl.
We've got a BIG year ahead of us with our baby's arrival in a couple months and two moves to different states, and even though that's all a little scary sometimes, I'm much more excited than nervous because I get to do life with this guy. I know I'm lucky to have found my "someone" when I did, and I'm so glad that we have many years ahead of us to drive each other crazy and make each other laugh and figure out this being parents thing as a team.
I can't wait to see where the future takes us and take y'all along for the ride. : )