My husband, My Valentine

I have always been the type of girl / woman to remember the special dates, the holidays, the first time this, the first time that...however, thanks to joys of pregnancy...my memory has taken a beating. I completely forgot about Valentine's day. I didn't get Mike anything. Not that most men expect a gift, but I don't think it is fair that this "holiday" has become so one-sided.

Anyway, I woke up this morning and came downstairs to see my husband sitting in the middle of the living room putting together our baby boy's stroller so it'll be all ready for him when he arrives. I sat on the couch & watched the news as he carefully attached all the wheels and snapped all the snaps. He disappeared in the kitchen and came out with pinkish/purplish roses and a card. Again, the pregnancy hormones took over and I started crying.

He is so good to me, always taking care of me, always making me laugh when I need to the most. But most of all, he loves me even as I sit on the couch as big as a house crying like a blubbering idiot.

I love you, Mike.