Yesterday I came home to a front porch full of ripped cardboard, the remains of a baby monitor strewn across our doorstep and a stumpy puppy looking up at me with a deceivingly sweet face. I looked around and started to cry. Heaven knows why that completely sent me over the edge- but it did. I sat down, tried to pull myself together and called you at work. As soon as I heard your voice I started crying again. I told you what our mischievous little pup had done, I told you I didn't know why I was crying. Probably hormones. You patiently talked me through it. Told me to leave the scoundrel out for the rest of the day, told me it was ok to order a new one. Then you came home early, bought me my favorite tacos and went with me to Petsmart to get Watson some teething toys.
This may seem trivial- but it was exactly what I needed. Every day I just feel more an more grateful for you in my life. You know exactly how to calm me down and make me feel better- even when I'm irrational. How lucky are we to have each other? You're such a wonderful husband and I can't wait to see you as a father. Our little girl is so lucky. Thank you for being so perfect for me.
love, your wife.