I really am so thankful and grateful for my husband and baby. I think in the bustle of making plans, chasing dreams, and trying to become who you want to be, you just lose sight of the people around you. Why does it so often take struggle and tragedy to make us really look—and appreciate the people right beside us. It’s like during the week I get so preoccupied with the things Steve doesn’t do, I forget to appreciate ALL the things he DOES do, and more importantly I forget to appreciate him. Just him. He is an amazing man, a truly incredibly loving and committed husband. He is the love of my life and Emma’s precious Daddy. All those silly little things (not putting dishes in the dishwasher, forgetting to bring the garbage up, etc.) They really don’t mean a thing. I couldn’t face losing him. Not ever and I just so pray that the Lord will keep us together until we are old and gray and wheeling around in our slippers together. In the white gold of his wedding band I had inscribed…“Let’s hold hands in heaven.” And that’s what I want, because heaven is Forever.

UPDATE: Okay, wait, I lied that was what I was going to inscribe, I actually ended up inscribing "Steve, I’ll Always Love You.") I think part of my decision to change it was the fact that my in-laws would be doing the inscription and I didn’t want to sound tooooo corney  in front of them .