Thursday, July 2, 2015

For Better or For Worse

Last night I woke up at 2:30am with one of those awful sore throats. You know the kind- swollen glands, can't swallow, weak body. My first instinct was to wake up my husband, because I know what he will do. He will get up, find me medicine and water, take my temperature and sit with me on the side of the bed, rubbing my back and telling me it will be OK. He did. And he didn't go back to sleep until I was ready to. 

This morning he went to the drugstore before work. When he came back he told me he stood in the aisle and researched on his phone what would work best and make me feel better the quickest. He also made sure to get the kind of coffee I like, because he knows me- and even if I'm super sick, I still love my coffee. 

THIS is the MAN I married. A man who puts his family before his own needs. A man who loses sleep and researches cough drops to make sure his wife feels better. 

THIS is the MAN God picked to father my children.


When we got married, we were both so excited about having children. I still remember that first year. All the talking about baby names and hunting for a house with three bedrooms so we could fill them up. So much hope for the future. 

When the news came we were not going to ever be able to have children naturally, Jeremy tried to fix it. He tried to confront my pain. He tried so hard to find the remedy, to make it better for me. I know that he was in his own whirlwind of heartache, but now as I look back on those years, I see how hard he tried to put his pain aside so he could fix mine. 

I am so excited to be a mommy. I cannot WAIT to hear our son or daughter utter those words for the first time, but, I think I am even more excited for Jeremy to become a daddy. He is going to be the best thing to even happen to this baby, and I get to witness it. 


For better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part. 

I love you, Jeremy Quellhorst and I truly believe the best is yet to come! 

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