When my husband became a father

When my husband became a father, I loved him even more.

The strong hands that held mine – now held tiny little fingers.

The strong arms that held me – now cradled a soft, sleeping baby.

The chest that rested my head – now rested a sleeping newborn, rising and falling to his gentle breath.

And when I see him with them, I know:

Marrying him was the best decision I ever made.

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