I love my husband more than words can describe. He's my best friend, perfect match, and will be a perfect father. He's been so excited for his daughter to get here. Even though my belly is getting bigger and I'm feeling more frumpy and unpretty than ever, he thinks I'm more beautiful and sexy than ever and he won't let me say otherwise.
Enoch, I love you. I'm so blessed to be able to spend eternity with you and our family we're slowly making. You are my love, my companion, my foundation, my best friend, my fashion director when I take trends to the extremes others just don't get, my personal assistant and secretary, my nanny, my voice of reason, and right now you are my brain since I forget everything and pretty soon you will be my right hand man in raising our first child. I wouldn't want to have a family with anyone else and I wouldn't trust anyone else to help raise our little girl. You are the best thing in my life and I can't wait to see where life takes us as we have more children, get more wrinkles, watch our children grow up and give us grandchildren, get our first gray hairs and our first pair of matching recliners since rocking chairs just won't cut it. And I'll even get you that sweet cane with orange and red flames on it as long as I get one with pink flames on it. I have no idea where we'll be at this same time next year, but nothing in the future scares me as long as I get to hold hands with you.
This is a tribute to my Enoch and all the reasons he makes me smile.