What little difference one little word makes

Hello folks.  I hope you are all well.  Baby and I are very tired and a bit headachy today.  But we'll get through. 

I guess you are wondering what the title of the blog is all about.  So let me enlighten you.

J and I text each other often, at least once a day.  Mostly trivial stuff.  "What do you need from the grocery store?" "What time will you be home?" "Did this or that happen?"  Nothing life changing.  Lately, he has been texting to see how I feel every day, especially if I wasn't feeling good when we parted ways in the morning.  Today, or rather yesterday, was a bit different. He sent me a text yesterday asking about something and when I responded, he responded "Ok. Love you both."  Now I believe when I got the reply text I was driving so I didn't notice the "both."  Kind of skimmed over it.  He always tells me he loves me when our text conversation is over.  So that part wasn't new.  The "both" truly was.

However I texted him this morning about something (again trivial) and I saw the "both" and it almost brought me to tears.  Literally!  Right now I am two people!  (No that is not a statement about how much I weigh!)  I have a child within me.  I know J probably feels disconnected right now from me because I am my own little factory and riding my own schedule right now.  And probably because he just gets to be a spectator in this whole baby-making process.  But he knows his life is changing and he is embracing it.  I always knew he would, but watching this process is amazing. 

J is not the most romantic man in the world but he is definitely the person I was destined to marry.  He has a sensible head on his shoulders, a great sense of humor, high morality and most of all, we both love each other very much.  He may not send me hundreds of roses weekly (and I would kill him if he did), but he does the sensible, sweet things that I adore.  Like bringing home the final FRIENDS season on DVD because he knows I love the show.  Or feeding the dogs because the thought of it makes me sick.  Or sweeping the floors because I'm just too wiped to do it.

Or reminding me that he "loves us both."  Me and the baby.  Wow, that still brings tears to my eyes.  BOTH of us.