...for showing me that my husband and the immense love we have for each other means more than anything, even having a baby.
...for helping me see that a family of two is as strong and intimate and important as one of three or four or five or more.
...for making my marriage into a partnership and a true team.
...for revealing to me the incredible sympathy, compassion, and kindness in the hearts of "strangers" all over the country.
...for encouraging me to reach out to people I see suffering around me.
...for convincing me that I am strong enough, brave enough, and determined enough to not only be a mother, but to be a great mother.
....for curing me (almost) of my materialistic fantasies and focusing my dreams where they should be: on the baby I want to love and care for, not the clothes to dress it in or the crib to put it in or the stroller to wheel it around in.
...for forcing me to smile through tears, search for rainbows in storm clouds, and write lists like this one on the off-chance that they might be true.