My Wife

I know I just wrote a blog about our labor experience, but I couldn't let another day go by without talking about the person that has been the rock in all of this: my wife, Kellie.

From day one she has been so positive and strong. Even as the days turned into months with the pregnancy, her complaints were few and far between. Hell, even during and after labor, she rarely opened her mouth to complain about anything.

During the pregnancy, Kellie was working two jobs. Not to mention, one of those jobs was teaching dance five nights a week. She still worked that job, along with the other one, up until a week from the due date! Yes she could have complained about every little pain, and milked it for everything. But that's not the person she is. She is determined, self-sufficient, strong, selfless, and hard-working. Sometimes I wonder why she really keeps me around!

During labor, she never complained about much. She just sat there mentally preparing herself (by eating popsicles and playing Nintendo DS). And when the time came for her to really push, she just stepped up to the plate, grabbed it by the nuts, and twisted (please excuse the analogy...just wanted to paint a picture). After labor, they had to stitch her up for an hour and a half, and she handled that like a champ. If I would have plopped a load of unfolded laundry in front of her, she would have tried to get that done then too.

She was up going to the bathroom and walking around the next morning, just daring someone to try and stop her from getting better. Even after we got home, I had to stop her from trying to carry crap up the stairs! I try to be the best husband I can, but I can't keep my eyes on her every second of the day. And trust me, it only takes a second for her to get it in her mind that she is going to do something. The woman is a machine, and I admire her to no end.

I say all of this to try and explain just how mentally and physically strong my wife actually is. I think the fact that she is a tiny little thing really fools people, and she is constantly underestimated. But not by me.

I know a lot of this sounds scatter-brained, but once I get a thought about her in my head, another one pops into my head that I have to get out. But that's how she makes me feel.

So to everyone out there, go ahead and underestimate her. Really, go ahead. But be prepared to be crushed and left in a wake of determination, will, and love.

And to my beautiful, strong, hard-working wife/mother of my child, I say, and I can't say it enough, thank you, and I love you. You have done such a tremendous job throughout not only this pregnancy, but our life as well. I know that our boy is in good hands. I couldn't dream up a better person to be with, or to ask help raise a child. I can't wait to spend the rest of our lives together, making memories with that little turd, and any other little chaps God blesses us with.