I’m sitting upstairs in the chair we will rock our babies to sleep in. I can’t help but feel overwhelmed. If all goes as planned, in a little under a year, we will be able to call each other more than best friends, more than husband and wife – we’ll be parents. I’m so lucky that I get to take on this adventure with someone who loves me so dearly. You’ve always been there to support me, to build me up when I’ve fallen and accept me with all of my flaws. I couldn’t dream up a better man to raise a family with.
Things are probably going to get a little difficult this next month. There will be a lot of hormones pulsing through my body. I’m probably going to be a bitch. I know you’re okay with this and you’ll put up with me, because really what other choice is there? But, I want to say I’m sorry in advance. When we get to hold our baby(ies) for the first time, we won’t even remember the struggle we’re facing now. Nothing else will matter. In the grand scheme of a lifelong marriage, I’m sure this will be just a tiny bump in the road.
I hope that we can agree on every little aspect of parenting, but I know that’s not realistic. I’m sure that I’m fooling myself when I say I’ll be the ‘tough love’ parent, but once our babies are here, that will go to shit. Sometimes you will have to be the bad guy, sometimes I’ll have to do it. I just hope that we can show our children how much we love them and what kind of relationship they should aspire to have someday. I hope they have your positivity and your smile.
I just wanted to tell you how much I love you. I’m not sure if I’ll ever fully be able to put it into words, but I’ll keep trying. Thank you for being you and for letting me be me.