On 11-11-11, you held my hand while I waited to see if labor progressed. It never did, but the pains and contractions were there. You held my hand when I squeezed and caused yours pain, and when I was resting and begging you for crushed ice and snow cones.
You held my hand and took care of me when the surgery started on 11-12-11 and you held my hand some of the first times that I held our daughter because we couldn’t believe the little miracle we were staring at was ours.
You held my hand as I recovered and as I cried on the couch with baby blues. You held my hand as I nursed SUPER painfully pushing through that period of adjustment just before it got easy.
You hold my hand when I make mistakes and punish myself. You hold my hand when others try to tear me down. You hold my hand when I fail and when I set myself up with too high of expectations and can’t be perfect and you remind me I’m human. You give me grace and you give me support I need to breathe better every single time you hold my hand through life.
When we went in for our second c-section, you held my hand and my head and stayed close while I was fearfully experiencing another surgery to bring our baby into this world.
When we decided to move to the Outer Banks and change our lives, especially for our girls, we always felt like holding hands driving down beach road and we always still do. Crack the windows open, let the salt air in and hold hands like we are a brand new item.
This week you’ll hold my hand again when I’m scared, but you have to know I NEVER take it for granted. I love when you’re near, I love feeling like we just started dating all the time. Thank you for ALWAYS holding my busy, Type A, fidgety, over-worked and determined hands when they need to be slowed down. You serve my heart better than you know and I couldn’t do life with anyone but you, Mike Hedgepeth.
All images below from the amazing Michael + Carina this summer the day before our five year vow renewal! Pregnant with Autumn and loving that Hatteras glow 🙂