
I love my husband so much! He fills my life with so much joy and happiness. He has done so well with adjusting to married life and getting used to things a little more slowed down. He used to be Superman and feel like he had to do everything. When we got married that was just more and more burdens he felt like he had to fix and deal with. Well he is not perfect and he can't do everything. You can't be that Superman. There is no one who can. He is doing really well, and getting used to the idea of a baby. It is really hard for him because he has never really been around kids and taken care of them. He will be such a good dad and he stresses too much! He is just perfect for me and he needs to relax. I love him so much! I am so proud of him for having such high goals and doing everything that he can to accomplish them. I am proud of him for getting into a Nursing School and wanting the best for our family. He is wonderful. He has a talent with words and with photography. I don't tell him enough how much I love him and I give him a really hard time sometimes(more like everyday) when something is messed up or the cheese is not in the cheese drawer. It is the pregnancy talking when I do those things and I hope that he realizes that. I have been an emotional wreck since I have gotten pregnant. My poor poor husband. Things will get back to normal in a few months here. I just wanted to express how much I love my husband and hope that he know it.
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Um, Stephanie....the whole blue leotard thing has never really been my type. And frankly, the cape is just horrid; does he think it actually helps him fly or something? Anyway, for future reference I prefer to be known to the public as Spiderman, or (in a pinch) maybe Shrek (because Shrek is married to a princess too, you will recall). And, although it is true that I have pretty much been in a perpetual pickle since you got pregnant, I think that you don't give me as hard a time as you think you do. Thanks for your nice blog! You deserve a slice of love casserole when you get home....
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