Since the chances of me putting on a non-milk saturated bra, actually fixing my hair, and going on a hot date with my main squeeze and our newborn are slimmer than the legs of that one Russian figure skater, a post for my valentine is about as romantic as I can get.
Two weeks ago we had our daughter. I know you know this. But what you don't know is how much more I fell in love with that guy I married because of it.
You don't realize how amazing the man whose hip you decided to forever attach yours to is until you're having his kid. He was/is our unsung hero during the whole process, the glue that kept me together when I felt like completely unraveling.
When you're fat and bloated and swollen and bleeding and emotional and almost incapable of doing anything for yourself, you worry if you'll ever be attractive to your husband again. Or at least I did. But somehow when I felt like a heinous Orka whale, Grahm made me feel more beautiful, loved, and taken care of than ever. I knew before I married him that he would make a wonderful father. And now watching him cuddle with Sawyer and make silly faces with her every night, my heart completely melts. He is completely selfless with his time, energy, and sleep during this new phase of our lives. I absolutely could not do it without him.
So this Valentine's Day we may not be going anywhere fancy pants or putting on anything special but our pajamas, but I've never been more certain that my valentine is the most wonderful man I've ever been lucky enough to know.
Happy Vday, Booger Buns. You have my heart always.