Cheesy-phobes, don't bother....

Every once in a while, I go back and read Phoenix's birth story that I posted back in October. Every time, without fail, I fall in love with my husband a little bit more. The time we spent in the hospital together, and the week or so afterwards were nothing short of magical. Corny, but true. We were on cloud 9 (then of course, the post partum hormones kicked in and I became a big basket of crazy). One night we were playing around and he grabbed me, held me, and said "This feels just like a fairytale. We're so happy!". He was right. It was just like a fairytale, and we were so happy. Every time I re-read that story, I still am. Life, of course, has gotten in the way plenty since Phoenix was born, but when it comes right down to it....that guy that took me to the fair and spent a fortune on winning me prizes, the guy that walked out into the rain to make sure I was okay, the guy that I gave my heart to 7 years ago...he still gives me butterflies. I still smile just thinking about him. Maybe we're finally on the right path.