Thursday, October 9, 2008

The Best Husband A Girl Could Want

My husband is my best friend.

He's funny, smart, and hardworking. He's kind, sensitive, and understanding. He's easy going and level headed. He balances out my highs and lows with an even steady nature. I can't count the number of times, he calms me down and helps me stay centered and positive. He's always there when I need him, helping to remind me to breathe, helping me keep a level head, reminding me how far we've come and assuring me that everything will be okay. But most of all, he's supportive. A rock, encouraging me forward with kind words and open arms to heal my wounds and he never stops beleiving in me -- believing in us. And I can't imagine going through something like this, with anyone but him. In a strange way, dealing with infertility has brought us even closer together as a couple. And I know that if we can survive this, we can survive anything.

I may not have lucked out in the baby department, but I couldn't imagine a better husband. I knew early on exactly the kind of man that I wanted to marry. And knew I would have a hard time finding someone who could live up to my own father, who is the best husband and father in the world. But as soon as I met Dave, I just knew that I wanted him to be the father of my children. He has a kind heart, and he would do anything for me and his family. He is the best husband a girl could want. And he would make the best father in the world.

I can't help but fantasize about what his son will look like. How his daughter might have the same eyes, or smile, or personality. I imagine him lifting our little girl up over his head, her squealing with delight, her calling him daddy. I imagine him throwing the ball around in the backyard with our son, teaching him to golf, rolling around on the grass with him in a playfight. I imagine the kind of father he will be, the kinds of values and life lesson he will teach them. The way our kids will look up to him and love him. The pride on his face when they take their first steps or say their first words. The lazy Sunday mornings with him making a mess in the kitchen with them. I imagine the bed time stories and seeing our daughter asleep on his chest. The day he teaches our son to drive. The day he walks his daughter down the aisle. How beautiful she will look, and the single tear he will wipe from his cheek. And years later, what he will look like holding his grandchild in his arms, the pride he will feel knowing that he is a grandpa, and being part of the amazing circle of life.

I would give anything to see him hold our baby in his arms for the first time. And I hope and pray that one day he will have the chance to be a father. Because he would be a truly great one.

I love you honey xo


Nikki said...

Infertility is so so hard to cope with, yet it's amazing that something so difficult can bring couples closer together (yes, it could even drive couples apart and break relationships!)

I have exactly the same feelings for my DH, and I think each day of our infertility struggle has been so much easier to handle because of him.

I hope your dream of having your DH picking up your baby for the first time comes true soon, followed by your dreams of your DH playing ball with your son, throwing your daughter up in the air, and years later, holding your grandchildren!

Good luck!

Anonymous said...

Everything you said is so sweet and it hits home for me too. I have a wonderful DH and I'm so grateful to have him in my life. He was supportive through all my tough times and it did bring us closer. I wouldn't wish infertility on anyone but I do think it can "make or break" a couple. Luckily, these struggles have brought you closer and not further apart. -Your anonymous friend.

Anonymous said...

Is that our son you are talking about???? We think he is pretty special too!

Sue and Jim

Lisa said...

His mother taught him well :)