Having a baby is an “ordinary” miracle.  I was thinking about it tonight.  I don’t think I could ever do it.  SO much work.  SO much pain.  At the first sign of a sore throat I start popping ibuprofen and guzzling NyQuil.  I know you had a C-Section, but I also know that you’d gladly have had our baby normally.  That takes so much guts, so much strength.  You’re a strong woman.

And I really love you.  I love YOU.  Tonight you pointed to our son, and you’re right, I do love him.  More than anything.  He is my little man, and amazes me at every turn.  But I love YOU too.  Not just ’cause you’re his mother, but because you are YOU.

I’ve had some very interesting people interested in me these last two years.  None compare to you.  Not a single one.  They just do NOT measure up, and I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who does.  I just want to tell you that you are amazing, and I am infatuated with you, in love with you, and impressed by you.

Love,

Me