Gratitude is a funny thing.  It comes at you when you least expect it and hits you with such force that it causes you to stop and marvel at how lucky you are, and what you could’ve possibly done to deserve all this.  Lately, upon turning in for the night and snuggling up in our bed, I am hit with such gratitude for having this man as my husband.  I got to do something very special in my life: I married someone who is both my husband and my best friend, someone who is smart, funny, and kind.  I get to spend the rest of my days with someone I enjoy laughing with, enjoy snuggling with, and enjoy simply being with every single day.

This month makes four years since I first stepped off the plane and met Mark for the first time, and through all the uncertainty and long distance and trials of visas and immigration we have made it, and have been blessed with the last two and a half years that we have been able to be together every day.  Each day I find more things I love about him.

I’ve been reading a lot of pregnancy forums in the last couple of weeks, and inevitably there are always a few posts of women venting about how worthless their husbands are, how they say or do mean things, or simply have walked out on their own unborn child.  These posts make me feel so grateful for Mark, who is such a wonderful husband.  Throughout this pregnancy he has never once left my side.  He is always there for all of my appointments, always just as eager as I am to see the ultrasound or to hear the heartbeat.  He is always there for me, regardless of my emotional state and mood swings, always calm and collected and ready to give me a hug and make it all better again.  When I found certain things more and more difficult to do as my body has changed, he has stepped up and helped me, without question, with everything I needed.  And he tells me how beautiful I am, even when I feel huge and unattractive.

I have not felt as though I have solely carried this baby, but rather it’s been a partnership between us the entire way.  I could not imagine having gone through the past 9 months without the loving support of my husband.  And still, even though the zero hour swiftly approaches, I do not fear labor because I know Mark will be there, by my side, the entire way through.

And, in all of this, I know he will make such an awesome father to our little daughter.

I am so truly blessed.

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