All because two people fell in love...

You would think that if there was any day on the calendar Scott and I make note of each month, it might be the 13th, counting down to our Aug. 13 due date. But we realize that's not a given by any means (I think something like 5 percent of babies are born on their due date?) so we take that with a grain of salt.

We do make a note of how many weeks along we are each Thursday, but other than that, the big day on the calendar is the 26th.
You see, 7 months ago today, I married my soulmate in a little church that I can see from my office window here.

We talk about our wedding day and our honeymoon week pretty frequently, recalling moments the other person missed, laughing at our "whoops" moments and shaking our heads at how fast these past seven (!) months have flown by.

(In another funny twist, Scott and I met in August 2006, so there's a chance Baby will mark our fourth anniversary of being in each other's lives in the sweetest way possible...)

Now, we have just a couple of months until our twosome becomes a threesome and each day that goes by, I can't help but take note of how fantastic Scott is as a person and husband and friend and how wonderful he is going to be as a father (no matter how much he worries about that one).

I want to brag about him a little bit.
You see, he's normally a big of a procrastinator (not like I should talk). We've had our share of projects around the house and they always get done, just not quite on our original schedule. Suddenly, however, we're making huge leaps with our to-do list and it's all thanks to Scott.
Before bed last night, he was already planning what he could work on tonight or later this week when I had to stop him and point out that he's worked on house-related things for 10 days in a row without a break. Between the nursery and the dog fence we put up in the yard this weekend, he hasn't had one day of rest or relaxation, working around the clock until it's too dark to see or until he can barely keep his eyes open, long after I've waved my white flag in defeat.
He says there's not a lot of time to get everything done and I have to smile. Suddenly, my procrastinator has some fire under his tush to get these HUGE things done.

He doesn't show his baby excitement in obvious ways every day, but when he's busting his butt to have the nursery done (three months in advance) or working himself to exhaustion, I can't help but wonder if the Little Man has something to do with his motivation.

In addition to being a hard worker, he's honestly my best friend. He's so funny and makes me laugh all the time, even when I'm stewing about something or just don't feel 100 percent.
I know he'll make his son laugh and I hope our little guy has his sense of humor and positive attitude.

My husband (who is very handsome by the way) is so sweet and loving. He makes an effort to talk to his grandparents as often as possible, is a loyal friend even when he's busy with things and helps out neighbors and strangers, no matter the task. And if his cuddling with our four-legged furry kids is any indication of what's to come, Little Baby Z is going to be loved in every sense of the word.

I look forward to sharing so many life moments with Scott, to raising our children together and to being the best of friends until the end of our time. He is the reason for any smile on my face when I wake up in the morning and for the warm feeling in my heart when I go to bed at night.

And, as if you're not feeling cheesed-out enough already, last night when I was sick and up every hour or so in the bathroom, just hearing him snoring two rooms over sort of comforted me and relaxed me. Just knowing he was there. And then, the one time I returned to bed, he rolled over and without saying a word, held me close, rubbing my back, then my belly and kissed my forehead before he fell asleep.

No words. Just love.