Yes, we've only been married a year. We have an eight month old. You can do the math on that one. It's 2015. Life happens. Pun intended! (For the record, we had been engaged for nine months when I got pregnant and our wedding was already planned... Everything was set and ready to go, just had some major dress alterations to do!)
I thought I'd dedicate this "mommy" post to my husband, the most wonderful, hands on daddy in the world. This one is for you, babe.
Here's to the only man I had to TELL to ask me out.
|*Someone* tried to get handsy during our engagement shoot|
Here's to the man who let's me decorate the house however I want. Who let's me pick the paint colors and the furniture and the bedspreads and the dishes.
|Kirk isn't short, readers. I'm 6'2 in those shoes.|
Here's to the man who didn't panic when I told him I was pregnant five months before our wedding and three months after I started a new job... He simply smiled and was proud his "swimmers" "swam" so strongly!
|My favorite maternity shot :)|
Here's to the man who rubbed my back EVERY SINGLE DAY when I was pregnant, for as long as I wanted him to.
|Don't be fooled, it was a whopping 65 degree March day in Dallas, and we froze our butts of for this shot!|
Here's to the man who gets up with the baby EVERY SINGLE Saturday and Sunday so that I can sleep in, and he and Henry can have bonding time. To the man who walks in the door and takes Henry off my hands before he's even changed out of his suit, because he knows I'm maxing out on "baby time." To the man that has taught an eight month old how to throw a ball to our dogs and to the man who loves to dress his first son like himself.
Here's to all the involved, awesome daddy's who help keep us mommy's sane! But most importantly, here's to my husband: the best man, husband and daddy we could have ever asked for. Happy anniversary!