Justin was the first one to see Mia as she entered into this big scary ass world and at that moment when I saw his face I knew that we were in the right place at the right time and I couldn't have imagined being anywhere else (except for the fact that I thought my ass was exploding and I didn't know that it would ever feel "normal" again down there...I could have totally done without that).
Over the last 8 months, I watch him....I watch him when he doesn't think I'm looking (not in a creepy stalker kinda way) and I see this big strong man playing peek-a-boo and making crazy ass faces and holding her little girl hands and changing her diaper and picking out mismatched clothes and I feel completely at home. I feel that for this moment we are complete and I feel blessed an honored that he is my husband and the father of my daughter. He is our rock and I love him more than I could ever put into words.
Happy Fathers Day Love!!!
