I Love My Husband... I love that he's a part of nearly every waking thought I have... and cameos in my dreams. I love that when the boys are grown, he'll have had a large part in that process. I love that our daughter is his mini me, and that I can see him in her expressions from the moment she wakes up, to the twinkle in her eyes as she talks herself to sleep. I love how seamlessly he fits into a life I didn't know was missing anything, until his hand was in mine, and my heart was lost in his arms. So, while he's gone the next couple weeks... I'll hold his pillow at night, and I'll wear his Briggs jersey on Sunday. I'll squeeze the baby extra tight, and remind the boys that their behavior is something he'll be proud of when he gets home. I'll hold down the fort, in a house we made "ours"...and I'll miss him. When he gets back, I'll remember to look at him with these eyes, and set aside the ones that hold him in the past. I'll remind myself to appreciate him more, and to never let him wonder what's in my heart. I'll be more kind in my glances, slower to frustration and quicker to express just how much happier I am with him by my side.