Dear Baby (8.5 weeks)

Dear Baby,

You have the best daddy baby. He's really like nothing else. Tonight, it was late, we're over 1000 miles from him, I'd thrown up 5 times today (record), and I was taking care of your crazy cousins in Denver all day. I was feeling really sad and really sick. Your daddy sang to us baby. And his songs are the best out there. I fall more and more in love with him every time he sings to me. That's how it happened you know. He sang to me while he was in Mississippi, in this little Air Force laundry room. And I was smitten. Tonight he sang 100 Years and I instantly felt better. I may have still gagged a few times, but I was better. He holds me up when I'm down baby. He holds my hair when I throw up. He holds my hand when I'm nervous or scared. He holds my heart. And one day, he'll hold you too. Thinking of that moment makes all of this worth it. He'll hold your hand as you walk into school or anything scary. He'll hold your hair or hand when you throw up. He'll hold you baby. He holds us both together. We're the luckiest.

Love,

Mommy