My First Love...

Our first doctor's appointment was at 6 weeks pregnant and with every passing month another appointment would come and go...And with those appointments, Harold was with me. He held my purse while I weighed, stood in the hallway while I gave blood, and was my entertainment during the long waits in the tiny rooms. Our eyes were fixed on each other when we heard her heartbeat for the first time and he was the one who got the first glimpse of her during our first ultrasound. He has dreamed every dream of her with me and shared every fear. He has patiently listened to me talk about her day after day and has never seemed unamazed that she has gained another ounce...or grown another centimeter...or finally has fingernails. He is in love with her and appreciates the love I give her as well continually encouraging me as her mother. And he's right...I love her in a way that is so pure. But I must confess...

Harold, you are my first love. You are the soul that completes me. Your love for me is the reason that I can love her so. You were a part of me first and will be long after I deliver her. She will always be our baby, but our marriage is the life & love I am most proud to have created together. I love you and I thank God for you daily. Thank you for allowing Him to rule our house and your heart. I hope Georgia looks just like you!