I love you, man.

Sometimes I reflect and I think about my life when my Husband was simply just my friend. All of the moments we shared together, road trips, dinners, errands, parties and what-have-you. I look back at that now and think "that is the father of my child."

I am so grateful for his friendship and I am so grateful for his love. He went from being my favorite dude to hang out with, to the man I would die without.

He loves me and tells me everyday. He tells me I'm beautiful and I believe him, despite the fact that I'm pregnant and feel like a sweaty hippo. He would never do anything to hurt my feelings and I would never hurt his. My family adores him in ways I could never have imagined. He loves our dog, he loves our baby in my belly. He reads her stories at night and she kicks and squirms when she hears his voice. He lotions and rubs my sore pregnant feet at the end of the day. He works harder than any person I've ever met.

And I respect him. I admire him. I adore him. I feel so lucky to have him. I am proud of him. And I am grateful that my Daughter will have such a wonderful man as her Father.

I love you Devin.