My body is a miracle. \u00a0All women’s bodies are, actually – that no matter our shortcomings or careers or quirks, all of us are hard-wired to make babies. \u00a0It’s amazing to me that my body is making a baby, and all I have to show for it is exhaustion and heartburn and zits. \u00a0Inside, where my body has always been infinitely smarter than I am, it is just showing off. \u00a0I mean, honestly. \u00a0I realize that gagillions of years of evolution and trial and error and whatnot has given me – or rather, my body – this particular knowledge, and I am also very clear that I am but a host to this little miracle parasite. \u00a0He will survive even if I wither. \u00a0But it is a miracle nonetheless.<\/p>\n
But that’s all genetics and coding and cells doing what they are trained to do. \u00a0Once we are on the outside, and the people we choose to be and the choices we make every day are what really stack up and matter. \u00a0Yes, there is this crazy unbelievable thing happening RIGHT NOW in my innards, but it’s not the only thing in my life that takes my breath away.<\/p>\n
My husband cleans hotel rooms so the maids will have less work to do. \u00a0When driving, he waits at stop signs even when it’s his turn, just in case the other person is a) not paying attention or b) just wants to go first for whatever reason. \u00a0He always, always puts others before himself. \u00a0He is creative in the way he shows his friendship and his affection. \u00a0He nurtures his friendships with the loving care of a master gardener. \u00a0He never lets me wash the dishes when I cook, and since he can’t cook – the man can’t boil water – he always washes the dishes. \u00a0He notices my tiniest quirks and works to make his quirks and my quirks fit together as best they can. \u00a0He’s also stubborn and headstrong when he cares about something. \u00a0He loves it when I sing along to the radio, which is good, because I can’t shut up. \u00a0Hell, he just loves it when I sing. \u00a0He loves my family. \u00a0He loves his family. \u00a0He rubs my head almost every night – and he did that before I was pregnant with migraines. \u00a0He does a much better job than I do of getting involved in the things I care about. \u00a0(I try to like having the TV on with football all weekend, but it just makes me so sad.) \u00a0He is my constant wingman. \u00a0When we go to my work events, which is often, he will stand and hold my hand when I need him to, and he’ll go off and make new friends when I need to focus on a donor or constituent. \u00a0He is happy in a crowd, and happy with just me.<\/p>\n
I am better because of him, in a thousand ways. \u00a0I can love everyone I know better because he’s given me new access to myself, which enables me to open up to others. \u00a0He is patient where I am rash. \u00a0I realize we’ve only been married for five months, but every day is better, stronger, more joyful than the last. \u00a0With him, nothing feels impossible.<\/p>\n
So while there is a miracle brewing in my belly, the real miracle of my life is my husband. \u00a0Every trial I went through to get to him was worth it. \u00a0I would have waited twice as long, gone through twice as much desolation and despair, if I’d known he would be waiting on the other side. \u00a0I pray to all that is good that I never take him for granted, that I always see him for who he is, and that I am able to deserve him for the rest of my life.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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