Feeling grateful

Most of my evenings and weekends have been dominated with working on my final portfolio for school. I spent seven (sunshine filled) hours on Saturday cooped inside the house writing and feeling sorry for myself. I decided on Sunday I would give myself a break. Brandon and I packed up his bronco and headed to the beach for a couple of hours. The bump and I sat on the sand, soaking up the last bit of summer and watching Brandon surf.

The bump and I watching dad surf

I don't know if it was just the break from staring at the computer, or if the weather really was that perfect - but I could have sat there all day long watching the man I married surf in the water and being so thankful for the time we've had together - just the two of us. An overwhelming feeling of "I married the right person" came over me and I thought back on the last five months. The look on Brandon's face when I told him he was going to be a dad. How he listened to me cry every day about how many times I threw up and how I felt like I was going to die and told me each time that this would pass and one day I would forget how awful it was. How he made sure to leave me slices of muffin, or plain toast on my nightstand every morning so I could get something in my stomach before sitting up. How he did the laundry and the grocery shopping and the cleaning and cooking for three months. How he set alarms on my phone to tell me to eat whether I thought I could stomach it or not. How he reads his favorite stories from childhood (The Chronicles of Narnia Series) to me and the baby before bed. I know that our daughter is going to have the most amazing dad in the world. I have never been so sure of something in my life.