As we enter the final weeks of pregnancy, I have grown a much deeper respect and love for my sweet wife, Bonnie.
It's weird because I've been in love with her since the time we met on a dark dance floor in Birmingham. But the past 8+ months have given me an all new and greater love and respect for her.
She's a trooper – working five days a week and carrying around a little growing human inside her. It's been funny the past few weeks as her ankles have swollen and the jokes we make about how nasty it looks.
I was watching a movie the other night and remembered an old Hootie and the Blowfish song titled "I Can't Find The Time to Tell You."
There's a line in the song – "So many things to say, I couldn't fit it in a book of 1,000 pages." I think that fits what I'm feeling right now…which is a very weird feeling for me as most of you know. I'm pretty good at expressing things and what's on my mind without mincing words, but words can't do what I'm feeling justice.
Before Steven gets here, I want her to know how much I love her and how appreciative I am of her being so brave, while not nearly as bitchy as I was afraid of her being. She has endured a lot to get us to this point and I know there's more where that came from – which we both know is going to be worth it in the end.
The one thing I've learned during this process is that it is much like going to school and completing the education process. You just have to battle through it and put as much or little effort into it – knowing that is the amount that you are going to get out of it.
Bonnie has put everything into bringing this young lad into this world and I feel ready for him to get here. To say that Bonnie has been by far the greatest thing to ever happen to me is an understatement and I know that Steven is going to be the greatest thing to ever happen to us.
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