Unexpected Friendships

Have you ever picked up your phone or turned on your computer to find a message from someone that surprises you? A messenger that causes you to say, “Why in the world could they possibly be messaging me?” Only to open & read the message to be left completely speechless.

I have. On a couple of occasions. I have found myself completely overwhelmed with an unexpected feeling of sympathy, love & friendship from not one, but two beautiful souls who seem to know exactly when I am feeling down & how to pick me up and put me together again.

In the quiet moments when you’re just wallowing in your own self pity, when you haven’t let anyone know how you’re feeling, they just show up when they couldn’t have possibly known how you were feeling. When no one knew how you were feeling.

I must admit that I never dreamt I would ever have a bond with these people. I’m ashamed to admit because of my own fault & my opinions formed on the basis of what others had told me and past history.

I firmly believe God places people in your life for a reason. Wether you want it or not. You become obligated to open your heart and your mind & accept what He’s giving you. You are forced to forget what history may exist & think about the friendships that could be made. He always knows the exact time to throw you a curveball, to knock your pride down a notch & keep you humble.

All too often we hold grudges against people when we have no valid reason. We think we do & we conjure up foolish reasons in our heads & find ways to justify them.


My closest friends & my family all know how important they are to me on this journey. They know how much they’re appreciated. They’ve been in these blog posts. These ladies need recognition too. They need to know how important they are. They need to know their messages on Mother’s Day, their daily prayers, their pick me ups, their cheesecake dates & their beautiful hearts are a true blessing to both Chris & I.

Ladies, you have no idea the amazing friendships you are missing out on when you allow yourself to follow a path of how you think things should be, a path that society has painted of how your relationships should be. We are open minded about many other things & we should be accepting of all people and open to relationships with all people regardless of what role they may have played in the past. Those people may be exactly what you need in the most unexpected way & it may turn into the most beautiful thing you could imagine.

I’m sure these two ladies will know exactly who they are. I want you to know you are so appreciated & you always know the exact moment that my heart needs a simple pick me up. You always show up at just the right time. You are true gems & I cherish everything you are.


From My Mother

I am dreaming with you my child…

So I get a text: “Are you interested in writing a post for my blog?”  My heart comes up in my throat and a wave of nervousness comes over me.  I’m not kidding!  I have been here with you, Stefanie and Chris, but I always fear that my actions, words and presence are far from adequate.  As a mother, you want to shield your child from pain.  But this time I can’t!  I can’t put a band-aid on it.  I can’t talk your way out of it.  I can’t pay your way out of it.

First of all, let me apologize if I have ever ignorantly said or done anything throughout the infertility  journey that may have been the least bit inappropriate.  I have never meant to but hope that I can always be that person who understands (although I knew nothing really about the road you travel through this journey)… I want to be the person you can talk endlessly to about every detail, even if you’ve said it a hundred or more times before…  I want to be the one you can share every step with from beginning to end, even if it means long road trips sitting in the back seat catching up on office work…  we’ve learned to laugh a lot though haven’t we?

Stefanie and Chris, you both never cease to amaze me!  I have always had a huge sense of pride in the children I have raised (well, Lorne helped too lol).

I am very proud when they call me mom, mommy, mudder and matka (love that one too J).  AND if I had to search the whole world over and specifically pick a husband for Stefanie I could not have outdone you Chris.  For you I am also very proud!

I have learned that every couple who faces the infertility journey has a different set of boundaries, preferences and dislikes.  I am not saying anyone is right or wrong in their approach, nor am I saying that one is better than another.  But I do want to 100% commend both of you for your openness, honesty, perseverance, positivity and strength.

I see your willingness to care for Ryder and Raelin (cousin’s kids) as you spoil them with treats and toys and everything nice.  I see you when you eagerly hold the newborn babies as you share the joy with the new parents.  I see you hosting baby showers for your friends.  I see you standing up as Godparents. There are countless examples… I can only say I admire your strength!  Despite the fact that research indicates that infertility may cause anxiety and even depression comparable to someone facing a cancer diagnosis, you have been emotionally strong.

Infertility has become a part of our family.  It has affected all our lives.  Just to know what to say, how to say it, or even if it’s ok to say anything at all can be a challenge.  However, because you have chosen to take the most positive approach possible, we have grown nothing but closer and tighter than ever.  We have kept the lines of communication open and the games and activities ongoing.  We have used laughter as the best medicine.

Although you have entered a world of tests, medications, surgery and procedures, loads of long trips, financial and emotional strains where some feel a sense of out of control, out of place and out of luck, you have not lost the faith.  I am deeply touched every time I see you put all your trust in God and through Him you find the strength you need to continue your journey.

And through the journey we have made memories that have given us strength and encouragement.  I remember the time you asked me to come to St. John’s.  You had plans to stay at your friends Dave and Colleen’s so you tell them we’re getting a room.  They insist you bring your mom, they have an extra room.  I will never forget the hugs from Colleen and the Tims coffee Dave delivered even though he was working lol.

I remember the trip to St. John’s for surgery.  We bring Ryder and he’s so exited to go to Axtion.  Surgery done and a couple hours of resting we are out to the stores.  We’ve always said shopping is the best therapy.

Then there was the St. John’s trip (6 hour drive) for your fourth IUI only to find out there are too many eggs to go ahead with the procedure.  My insides are ripping apart wishing once again I could fix this.  I know I said words but I can honestly say I don’t know what they were.  You were encouraging me, “this is not the time, mom, but I still believe it will happen.”  Then Chris figures we’re in the city we may as well bury it with some good food and more shopping.

As I said at the beginning I always had the notion that I should be able to fix things.  I felt that in order to be helpful I had to eliminate your pain.  I later opened my eyes to the reality that this is impossible, caring people cannot take away the pain but can only help you to manage it.  I love you both beyond comprehension and although I can never fully understand what you are going through I am going with you every step of the way.

I will book hotel rooms.  I will play endless games of cards.  I will plan showers with you.  I will go to St. John’s.  I will go to New York.  I will go to Barbados.  I will believe with you.  I will DREAM with you… miracles do happen!

All my heart & soul,


For My Mom

There is no way possible to adequately thank my mom for all she does to hold our family together. There are no words to adequately describe just how phenomenal she is.

I can already hear her response to this in my mind. She’ll tell me I’m foolish & that she’s not really any of the things that I say she is. But anyone who knows her, anyone who truly knows her, knows she is indeed every single thing I’m about to say. She deserves more recognition than I could possibly ever give her. She deserves to know how much she is loved & appreciated on every day of the year & not just once a year on Mother’s Day. Surely she tried to rear us better than that, to show our thanks & appreciation to everyone all the time, but I think we fell a little short on that end through no fault of hers. Growing up in Wild Cove I had to take the bus to school everyday. I can guarantee you that if there was a day that I left for school that I didn’t hear “Be kind to everyone” it’s because she wasn’t home.

If someone asked me to choose one characteristic to describe my mother it would be that she ALWAYS puts everyone else first. Her needs and wants always came second & she never asks for anything in return. I know everyone is thinking well that’s what being a mother is. I agree 100% that when a woman becomes a mother her needs & wants automatically become second as nothing else in the world matters as long their child has the necessities & is happy & content. But my mother never ever limited her generosity to only her children. Her entire family, her children’s friends, & strangers alike all know how gigantic and selfless her heart is. Growing up my friends, friends of my cousins, my brother’s friends all called my mom “Aunt Michelle”. It didn’t matter who they were or where they came from she loved them and treated them like they were her own.

Mom, you have always encouraged us to be the best versions of ourselves. You have have always encouraged us to reach for the stars & grab the moon while we were at it. You always encouraged us to never give up on ourselves. You always encouraged us to never settle for anything less than what we deserved. You always encouraged us to work hard. You always encouraged us to be kind to everyone.

Mom, you have always been there for us. You have always been there to keep us in line. You have always been there to give us brutal honesty. You have always been there to support us in any way. You have always been there to drive us where we needed to go & to pick us up when we were finished. You were there when we started this infertility journey. You were there when I had surgery & just needed my mom. You were there for moral support & encouragement when we went for our first IUI & you have not stopped supporting us since. You have always been there to pray for us when we were uncertain of which life path we should choose.

Mom, you have taught us that it is never too late to shoot for the stars. You went back to college & killed it at 40+ years old with two young kids at home. You have taught us that regardless of a person’s social status, their financial situation, their religious background, their beliefs, their lifestyle, or their personalities they are ALWAYS deserving of our respect & love & they ALWAYS deserve our kindness. You have taught us unconditional love because let’s face it we have tested you at times. You have taught us perseverance. You have taught us compassion. You have taught us how to be good people even when we fail at doing so. You have taught us how to be joyful in the midst of pain. You have taught us decency. You have taught us how to be there for each other. You have taught us forgiveness which I’m absolutely terrible at but you love me despite that & so does Chris thank God.

Mom, you have taught me how to be a good mom. You have set a path before me that is going to be incredibly hard to live up to, but I know that if I ever get to be a mom I have the ability to teach, mould & love my children incredibly because of the mentor I have had in you. I am grateful every single day that I get to call my mom my best friend. We don’t always get along, we have differing opinions, and we have arguments every now and then, but we always work past it.

Mom, we could never give you or do for you what you deserve. You are the glue that keeps us all together. You keep us grounded. You keep us on the straight and narrow. You protect us. You drop everything at a moments notice to help us. You bake for me when I don’t have time. You clean for me when unexpected company shows up. You would go to the end of the Earth to see us happy. And what makes you different from everyone else is that Joe Blow could knock on your door & you would take him in no questions asked. You go above & beyond for everyone. You have raised children that aren’t yours. You care for nan beyond anything expected of you. You make all our dreams come true. You take us on trips. You ensure every occasion is celebrated. You are a rare kind. You are precious. You are so loved & appreciated more than you could possibly know (probably because we don’t tell you nearly enough).

Happy Mother’s Day, Mom.

Coping with Infertility

Positive-Thinking-Quotes-To-Boost-Your-PositivityIt’s been a while since I posted. I have had major writer’s block and didn’t know what to talk about. Until someone recently asked me how I cope with infertility and continue with daily living, how do I be happy when I live with so much pain inside, & how do I laugh off when someone asks when I will have a baby.

Well. There is no simple answer. There is no pretty answer. Because sometimes I simply do not. Sometimes it is near impossible to cope & sometimes I am very bitter. Some days there are things that make me extremely happy and other days those exact things make me crazy. Some days I think I am literally crazy. Sometimes the hormones, the ups and downs, the medications, the negative pregnancy tests, & the intense emotional pain of not knowing whether your deepest desire & biggest dream will ever come true is just too much to handle.

But let me tell you something. That is OK.

It’s ok to not be able to have it all together every single day. It’s ok to cry. It’s ok to be sad. It’s ok to avoid situations that remind you of what you’re missing. It’s ok not to laugh. It’s ok to ignore people’s ignorant comments. It’s ok to be frustrated. Whatever you may be feeling is ok.

Monday-Mojo-for-Caregivers-–-The-Power-of-Positivity-–-Start-to-See-the-Rainbow-Not-the-Rain-69437_576x675.jpgI haven’t figured out how to cope all the time. Even though I believe 100% that our miracle will happen because I have faith in the message that God has provided to us, I still cry, I still get angry, I still get so frustrated, I still get annoyed, & I still get bitter.

I often need reality checks. I often have to shake myself, and I often have to remind myself that I still have so much to be thankful for. I have to practice self care a lot. I have to consume myself with the things that bring be joy that are right in front of me. Sometimes I’m elbow deep in a bag of potato chips walking across Dominion parking lot. And sometimes I steer completely clear of those situations that remind of the thing I don’t have…yet.

Until I started this blog I always smiled at people when they asked when we would have a baby and responded with some polite version of “Oh, when it’s time.” Now, I’m just honest and say it’s not as easy for some as it is for others, or we’re doing everything we can. And when they ignorantly respond with “Oh, you’re trying too hard,” I literally say nothing & walk away because some people think they have all the answers for everything and no matter what you say their opinion will never change and they will never show empathy.

You have to decide what is right for you. You have to choose how open you want to be with people. You have to stick to your guns and say “that’s a personal question that I don’t really want to talk about” or be honest and tell people we are really struggling and we could use your encouragement. People will either be really uncomfortable and back off or they will be there for you every step of that way. And those are the people we need. those are the people that make the really hard days a little more bearable. The people who truly care for you will accept your bitterness & heartache, they will be there for you when you need a shoulder to cry on, and the will give you the reality check you need when your emotions are truly getting the best of you. They will help you. They will encourage you. They will be there for you. The ones who stop asking how you’re doing are not the ones you need anyway.

Everyday that you feel sad, everyday that you feel angry, everyday that you shed a tear, also remind yourself of one thing that makes you happy, and one thing that you are thankful for. We don’t always get what we want. Sometimes we are dealt a crappy hand and it is totally ok to have those days where you just can’t cope, but there is always hope.

The whole purpose of this blog was for other couples to know they’re not alone. You’re not alone when you feel like you can’t cope. You’re not alone when you feel like you can no longer laugh. You’re not alone when you’re crying, angry & bitter. I get it. I’m here. When you need to vent, when you need a shoulder to cry on, when you need to be angry, but I will also give you that reality check too. I may be a stranger, but I am always here.

There will always be dark days, but there is a light at the end of every tunnel.

If you are struggling with anything at all, if you are having one of those days, if today is a day you just can’t cope with, I am praying for you. I am thinking of you. I pray you find your light. I pray you find answers and I pray you’re able to find even the smallest thing to be thankful for.

Girl, you got this. You are stronger than you think. You a more than you give yourself credit for. You are a warrior.


I Am Forgiven

It’s no secret that Chris & I both grew up in Pentecostal homes and were raised to believe in God & the Bible. We have continued to practice our beliefs into adulthood and built our marriage on our faith & belief in God. Are we perfect at it? Absolutely not. We sin daily. We make mistakes every single day. We have moments where we are far from the nicest people. We both have a past. We have both done things that weren’t very Christian like. We have both done things that have required us to admit out shortcomings and ask for God’s forgiveness.

It’s also no secret that during Christmas I went through a dark time & basically called it quits on God because He wasn’t giving me what I wanted. I was still going to church, but I can remember sitting in one service and literally rolling my eyes during a prayer. I told Chris point blank that I wasn’t praying anymore one day when he asked me to pray with him.

Then my mom called me one day to tell me my uncle, who was terminally ill, gave his heart to the Lord in his hospital bed. It got me thinking, and I have been thinking ever since. I have also been praying again, worshiping again, reading my bible again, and still going to church. I will be the first to admit that I am still terrible at all of these things, but I’m working on it.

I am a believer that God can speak to us. I am a believer that God works in mysterious ways & is still able to move mountains.

When I was in a deep valley I felt that God was punishing me for something I had done in the past. I felt He was holding back on fulfilling my deepest desire to teach me a lesson.

Over the last week or so God has shown me in multiple ways that this is not case.

I was having a totally chill day binging on everything that was recorded on our PVR when I started watched Grey’s Anatomy. A Rabbi had laid it out plan and simple. God never ever promised us that we would not struggle. He never promised us that life would be easy. He never said that if we prayed, read our Bibles, worshipped, helped others, etc that we would be exempt from heartache, disappointment & pain, but He did promise that He would always be with us.

I was watching a video on Facebook a couple nights ago when God just screamed at me again. This person had said God does not hold our sins against us. He sent his only son to be crucified for our sins. Our sins are forgiven. Our sins have been nailed to the cross & carried by Jesus. We are not punished for our sins. My past does not have to define who I am now.

God speaks to me often & 9 times of 10 I completely ignore it. This time I’m not. I have been battling with the angel and the devil on my shoulders all week about this post. This time I have decided to listen because God has used my blog before & He wants me to share this tonight. I’m sharing at the risk of being ridiculed & mocked by those who have differing opinions than I do (it has already happened .. people can be nasty).

Even when I have betrayed God & forgot my faith, God has always been by my side. I believe with all my heart & soul that if it weren’t for God I would be in a much deeper, darker valley than I was in & I wouldn’t have come out of it so quickly. We have been through so much in the last 7 years that I can’t even imagine where our minds would be it we didn’t have God to carry us through. I have to believe that His plan for our lives is bigger & better than I could ever imagine. I have to believe that there is something more beautiful on the other side then I could ever dream of seeing on Earth. I have to believe that if I am never a mother & Chris is never a father that our beliefs, our faith, and our God will grant us a greater reward then we could ever imagine.

I am grateful that my sins are forgiven. I am thankful I owe nothing because my Jesus already paid it all.

Burdens are lifted at Calvary, Calvary, Calvary

Burdens are lifted at Calvary

Jesus is very near.

I am forgiven.

And so are you.

I Am Blessed

With this being Easter weekend, I have been reflecting all weekend on how truly blessed I am. Blessed that Christ felt I was worth enough to give his life and be crucified for my sins. Thankful that He rose again.

I worked the entire weekend. I tried my hardest not to sulk that I missed a beautiful day on the pond with my friends and family on Good Friday, and that I missed the turkey dinner that my mom had prepared and was sharing with all my family and friends.

Tonight as I was driving home from work my mind was jumping from one thought to the next like it normally does. I was thinking about the person who sent me a SnapChat this weekend announcing their pregnancy, I was thinking about the true meaning of Easter, I was thinking about all the blessings in my life, and this song popped into my mind:

I am blessed. I am blessed.

Everyday that I live I am blessed.

When I wake up in the morning, till I lay my head to rest

I am blessed. I am blessed.


I am blessed to have a full time job. I am blessed to have a decent paying job. I am blessed to have had the opportunity to obtain my nursing degree. Everything with my job, especially when politics come into play, is not always easy. It can be very frustrating at times. Tending on people, listening to their problems, feeling unappreciated, and getting yelled at because of things beyond my control takes a toll at times. But then I think and remind myself that these people are feeling miserable, they are not at their best, they are inflicting feelings upon me because they are frustrated that no one is truly listening to them, they are trying to cope, they are dealing with grief, and sometimes people do not have the ability to properly display these feelings and they come across as being negative. I remind myself that they do not know that I haven’t used the washroom since I got out of bed, that I have 6 patients that all need to be medicated and medicated now, that I have 2 patients that need x-rays, that don’t know that I watched a someone mourn as their loved one passed away a half hour before & I had to quickly pull myself together and move on with my day, they don’t know I never got a meal today and my screaming stomach is making me upset too.

I thought about all of these things this weekend while I was missing my family. I reminded myself why I chose this profession in the first place. I reminded myself that my smile, my kind word, my listening ear, my ability to offer them an extra 5 minutes of allowing them to vent may be the best part of their day and just what they needed. I reminded myself that I am blessed to be able to serve people. Even on the hardest day, when nothing is going as it should, when patients are upset, when I don’t get the day off that I wanted, when I’m not agreeing with my co-workers, when I turn around at work and Chris is there nagging just like he nags at home, that people need me and it is my duty to make their hard days a little easier.

I am blessed to be a Registered Nurse.


I thought about my family this weekend. I thought about how blessed I am to have them. I thought about how close we are. I thought about selfless my parents are. I thought about how much love we have. I thought about how lucky I am to have missed them and not felt relieved to be away from them. I thought about how much heartache we have endured in the last couple years and how we survived it. I thought about how much we love doing things together and how we feel lonely when we aren’t together. I thought about how we have the ability to get past arguments and disagreements.

I am blessed to be a daughter, sister, niece, grand-daughter.


I thought about my marriage. I thought how blessed I am to have a husband who continues to stick by me through everything. I thought about how blessed I am that my husband has a full time job. I thought about how blessed I am to have a husband who cares so much about others he will drop anything to offer a helping hand. I thought about how blessed I am to have a husband who never gives up on us. I thought how frustrating it can be at times to constantly be together. To wake up together, to go to work together, to come home together, to have days off together, to have to schedule alone time, because that’s important too, but to know we will always come back to each other despite the frustrations.

I am blessed to be a wife.


I thought how blessed I am to have grown up in a Christian home. I thought about how blessed I am to have been taught about God’s love. I thought about how blessed I am that my parents brought me to church, read me the Bible, and taught me how to pray. I thought about how blessed I am, as I said before, that Christ felt my worth was enough to sacrifice His life for, to be scorned, hated, and crucified, that I may be set free and redeemed of my sins. I am blessed to have a relationship with Christ that has allowed me to live through much heartache and still be happy even though I have definitely struggled at times. I am blessed to know that no matter how difficult life becomes, how hard it is to cope, that my life after death is more than I could ever hope and dream for here on Earth.

I am blessed to be a Christian.

Friends, I am blessed, but let me promise you something, my life, my marriage, my friendships, is not all rainbows and butterflies. Often, like this weekend, I have to dig deep, reflect, and remind myself of my blessings. Sometimes I have to do some deep searching to find the blessing. More than once this weekend people said to me, “Happy Easter, too bad you’re working.” My response every single time was, “It could always be worse.” Every time Chris complains about something I will always remind him that things could always be worse. As bad as things may seem on the darkest days they could always be worse. There will always be someone having a harder day than you, someone struggling worse than you, someone grieving harder than you, someone struggling financially worse than you, someone needed something you have and never thought a second about.

Friends, today I pray that whatever your struggle is that you may find the silver lining and the blessing even if it is in disguise. I pray that whatever you are battling today that you will find peace. I pray that your needs and desires will be fulfilled.

Isaiah 41:10

“So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”

I am blessed.


To My Husband

There’s a good chance I’m going to brag here a little, but I feel my husband deserves a little recognition in all of this. I wrote in my first post that if I have learned nothing else through all of this I have learned that I have a husband who literally loves me unconditionally. I know the blog has some followers who don’t know us, so I’ll tell you our story first.

I met Chris for the first time, unknowingly, in 2009. We were in each other’s presence, even ended up in the same photo together, but neither of us could remember meeting the other. We couldn’t even remember this picture. It wasn’t until we were dating 2 years later that my roommate at the time found the picture.


I obviously can’t claim love at first site, but I believe with all my heart & soul that we were truly meant to be together.

In January 2011 Chris started working in Baie Verte as a Paramedic. I was in my third year of nursing school at the time and both my parents were working at the hospital. I was headed back to Corner Brook one Aprilish day and stopped by the hospital to say goodbye to my parents. They were sitting around the cafeteria table with several other coworkers. Chris was one of them. I had spent summers working at the hospital and was familiar with everyone. Someone looked at me when I walked in the cafeteria and said, “Stefanie, this is Chris. He’s looking for a girlfriend.” This is no joke, my response was, “Well, it’s no good to look at me. I got a boyfriend.”

Pretty sure that was just a challenge for Chris. Unbeknownst to us, Chris was actually living in the apartment right next door to my parents. My soul mate was literally dropped in my backyard.

A couple months later my dad invited Chris over for some crab legs. All a part of his plan he claims 😂. Flash forward.. Chris added me on Facebook, asked for my phone number, and we officially started dating in September 2011. Chris popped the big question in October 2012 and we said I do on August 16, 2013.


Anyone who knows us knows our first year of marriage was everything but easy. The first week of our marriage was spent packing up our belongings to move to PEI. Chris started the Advanced Care Paramedicine program in September 2013. He had a leave of absence from his job and I quit mine. I was his wife now and had to be fully supportive. After all he was 100% supportive of me in my last year of nursing school.

I made it 3 months and couldn’t hack it anymore. I wasn’t working, the days were long, and I missed my family. On top of that Chris’s mom and my pop were both going through treatments for cancer. I really needed to be home. We went home for Christmas and Chris completely supported me once again and allowed me to stay home. I went back to work on a casual basis which allowed me to be available for my family when they needed me. We went weeks and months on end not seeing other. That’s hard on any marriage, but was especially hard on our new marriage.

Things weren’t getting any better for our sick family members. Only worse. Chris was struggling with being away and trying to stay on top of school. We decided he would move home in May and do his final preceptorship in Corner Brook. That didn’t come easy. He needed somewhere to live in Corner Brook plus we had a lease on our apartment in PEI on my casual income. We were fortunate enough to find a sublet for our apartment and we found a room in CB. We could manage that.

Chris’s mom passed away in July 2014. With 3 months left to his program he had to muster up the courage to finish. He took a couple weeks off school and went back with more determination than ever. He graduated in October 2014. My pop passed away in March 2015. It was literally a year and a half of misery, but we came out on top. He worked like. a. dog and in June of 2016 started a pilot ACP program in Baie Verte. The first practicing ACP in Central. A great reward for the awful year we had punched even though it didn’t happen for another year and a half after he graduated.

Our life together & our marriage was just beginning. We decided to start a family in October 2014. We bought our first home in December 2014. We were ready to grow together, to raise a family, we survived this first year as tough as it was, and we knew we could handle anything.


What we didn’t know is that as hard physically, emotionally, and financially as the first year of marriage was, this infertility battle would be the hardest strain on our marriage, almost ripping us apart at times.


I have always known there was something special about Chris. He has a certain determination and zeal for life that I have never seen before. He doesn’t do something half way. He is committed wholeheartedly to everything in his life. 

If Chris wasn’t the man that I was going through this life with, I would have probably fallen apart a long time ago, I would probably be divorced, and I would be a lot more bitter and angry than I am. Not a day goes by that I don’t say to myself, and sometimes out loud, that if he was married to someone else he could have had his family by now. If he was married to someone else he wouldn’t be stuck in Baie Verte where he feels he has no way to go forward. When I say things like this he is always quick to tell me that I’m ridiculous, and that he wouldn’t want to be going through this life with anyone other than me (and let’s face it.. I am not the easiest person in the world to be with.. and the hormones just make it worse.) I know it takes a lot of patience, a lot of deep breaths, a lot of eye rolling (which I taught him), and a whole lot of love to live with me.

I have had some dark days. I have had some angry times. I have spent many, many days contrary for most likely no reason. I have had a lot of doubts. I cry millions of tears. I have made my way to the spare bed more than one night. I have slammed many doors. I have stopped saying I love you. I have left the house. I have screamed. I have pretty well done it all. I am far from deserving of the kind of love Chris has, but he loves me anyway.

Chris has never walked out on me. Chris has never stopped telling me that he loves me. Chris has yelled at me to give up my foolishness. Chris has never let me sleep in that spare bed alone. Chris has dried my tears. Chris has shooed away all my doubts. Chris has straightened my hair when I just didn’t have what it took. I haven’t paid to have my eyebrows done in years because Chris does them (don’t tell me if they’re awful). Chris puts nail polish on my toes. He ties my shoes. He scratches my back every single night even when I know he just wants to sleep. Chris has never stopped loving me, even when I have made it incredibly hard.

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I know I rag on Chris a lot. I know I post a lot of silly photos of Chris & make fun, but if you haven’t noticed 9 times out of 10 he poses for my pictures. Chris is the definition of humor and fun. He is outgoing. He is dedicated. He is helpful. He thinks about everyone else before himself. He will literally run no matter the hour of the night for someone who needs him. He listens to all of my crazy ideas & will do everything in his power to see my hopes and dreams come true. He will not slack until I am laughing and smiling. He is one of the most selfless people I know. He is everything I am not, and he keeps us balanced. I am so thankful to God every single for giving me this man. I don’t know why God felt I was deserving of Chris, but He definitely knew I would need him to keep me level and sane.


Chris, I can’t imagine ever going through this life with anyone other than you. You are the earthly light in my darkest days. You are my earthly angel. You are everything I need and more besides.  I know I don’t express how truly grateful I am for you nearly enough. You have gotten me through my deepest valleys and you have celebrated with me at all the high points. You have loved me when I have been unlovable. You have never left my side. You tolerate all my quirks and eyerolls. You are seriously one of a kind. Even though every single thought you have finds it way out of your mouth and drives me crazy, I love you from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. You are my best friend. We have built a crazy wonderful life together, and even through the sadness we have the happiest memories too. There is no one else I could ever imagine by my side.

Thank you for everything you have given me, everything you do for me, everything you are. Thank you for always pushing me to be the best I can be, and encouraging me to never give up on myself. Thank you for never giving up on us.

I will love you until there is no life left in me.