Anyways, I have a new respect for February 14th.
Last year, Amy and I decided not to get each other any Valentine's Day gifts; we were just going to take a little w
eekend trip to Galena, Illinois and fore go gifts. I, however, thought I was being: a) sneaky and b) a great husband by getting her a gift anyways. It was nothing major, just a lunch bag and matching water bottle that she'd mentioned at Von Maur. I was going to give her the gift while we were in Galena.
When Valentine's Day came, prior to going to Galena, Amy told me that she'd gotten me a gift! I was shocked (although not nearly as shocked as I was about to become). She brought me out a small little package that was very nicely wrapped. Inside was a book titled, The Expectant Father. I'm no dummy, I knew what this meant. I'd always wanted children, but we hadn't planned this. I was a little scared and trying to hide that as best as I could while exhibiting pure excitement as well. It isn't that I didn't want a child, I did, it is just that I don't always deal overly well with things that aren't routine. I had NO IDEA what to expect for the coming months.
As time went by, nerves turned to excitement and excitement turned to happiness once Ryne was born. Now, nearly one year after Amy informed me that she was pregnant, I look back
at that moment as a great memory. How can she/we top that Valentine's Day? That gift? It is not possible. Finding out that Ryne was on the way is the best gift that I've ever received. I will always associate that memory with Valentine's Day, which puts Valentine's Day in pretty good graces with me. Therefore, Valentine's Day will forever be a day of ecstasy as that was the day that I first discovered that I was going to become a Dad.
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