my love

I figured it was due time for a tribute to the man in my life, Sam.

Now, I'm not what you call a sentimental person. Which is funny because I do think of myself as a hopeless romantic. But saying what I feel? Just not one of my strengths. Kind of ironic, being a therapist.  From the moment this guy came into my life, I can truly say that it has never been the same. It's almost silly how people tell you when you meet "the one", you will just know. As cheesy as it sounds, on some level, I just knew. I wasn't sure if I were delirious or just ridiculously infatuated, but there was SOMETHING there.

Fast forward nearly 5 years later, here were are, as husband and wife.

And soon to be parents.  Crazy how life just passes you by! I can tell you one thing: throughout this rocky road to motherhood, there is one smooth portion of this journey: Sam. I have no doubt in my mind that he will be above and beyond, a great father. I will be the one who'll be freaking out about changing diapers, or which cry means what. Sam will be the one who will be holding the reins and keeping me sane. We're a good team like that.

Sam, thanks for keeping me sane. Thanks for dealing with my end of the world talk and my OCD-tendencies throughout this pregnancy. Thanks for offering to go to the store and grab ice cream and my every beck and call. Thanks for bringing me flowers on my down days, and red vines to make me happy. Thanks for loving me, giving me back rubs, drawing baths and going to baby/labor & delivery classes with me. Thanks for being involved, excited, patient, supportive and loving. I wouldn't know what to do without you. I am so so excited to start this new journey with you.

i love you. <3