If I haven’t said it before…
I love my husband.
Don’t be fooled – we bloggers can paint our lives with a lovely brush.
There is not once ounce of perfection in anyone residing in this house but darned if I don’t have a good man.
Cracked fingers, aching muscles from years of blue collar work, he keeps up with me and my fancy’s and our now, three children
Even when he gets a little quite or doses off long before I’ve rattled off my next idea in the darkness…
he is still there.
And I am all the more in love with him for being “there” once again to deliver his little girl (this time by choice:). I imagine lots of guys might even pass out at the thought but those strong worn hands were ready once again and I am so grateful that my girls, Amélie and Juliette have him to be their provider, protector and their first true love.
Thanks for another wonderful birthing experience babe.