JLK

{November 3rd, 2008 - 1:30pm}

Yesterday, as I celebrated my sweet husband, I remembered so much the day Morgan came to us. The birth of our son was also the birth of the “new” us – two new parents. A mother. A father. My images of my husband first holding our baby that we created together are heavenly to me. They are other worldly. As is my love for both my husband and my son. How we are meant to be.

After my water broke, I labored for forty-one hours without an epidural. I can tell you that I truly believed in my heart that I was dying {and even still, it brings me to tears}. Jared held me and cried with me and we grew closer in those hours than we had in three years of time.

When the surgeon cut open my stomach and birthed our baby for me (because I could not), our tears flowed. My heart was half broken. My heart was so full. And in one moment, we, all three, fell in love. A perfect love.

When I tell you that my husband is meant for me, it is true. When we labored, I really only heard his voice. And after, the many months after (and even still), he heals me. He is everything that I need. Entirely. I love him as my husband. I love him as a father to our son. His gentleness and patience amaze me and teach me to be better. No more perfect of a person could Heavenly Father have crafted just for me. How blessed I am.

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How blessed I am.