Week 22. A week late. Forgive me, my love. I just couldn't find the right words.
The birth of this man, almost two years before I even arrived on earth, has been the single, greatest blessing of my life. There isn't a word for everything. There are no words for how much I need him, how his life and love sustain me, for the way he quiets me, knows me, and changes me. "A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart." I am a "merry wife" indeed. I am so deliriously glad that he was born, and unbelievably grateful that he is mine.