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Sunday, November 11, 2012

Pookie

Dear Sweet Pumpkin,

Today you are the size of a navel orange. Something sweet your Dad and I do every Sunday is read my baby bump and What To Expect Apps before we even get out of bed. He makes me read it aloud and then he gets excited and wants to talk to you about how you are growing. His favorite part is finding out what size of fruit you are. It's something silly the app does. We laugh often because it's sorta funny to picture a whole fruit in your belly. Well, at least I find it humorous.

Your Dad and I have very odd terms of endearment for each other, almost embarrassing. It started because Zach was raised in a family of 3 boys and a bunch of boy cousins. If you can imagine, it was hard to know how to treat girls or know what to call them if you were never really around them growing up. So that's how he began to call me Princess Face. Not Princess, not Sweet Princess, just Princess face. I thought it was kind of cute. I immediately responded by calling him my Pookie, always have.

You should know a few things about your amazing Dad and my Pookie. He is a Guy's guy for sure. There is nothing soft about him. Most of the time, he is a bull in a china closet. It scares the life out of me to think you are a little fragile girl that he could one day be playing with. Every week, I have a new bruise or bump. It's that bad. But I love him for it and God knows he tries.

For being this way, he is also sensitive. Not mushy, but sensitive. He HATES when I cry or when anyone makes me mad. He immediately goes into fix it mode. He's the one that loves to snuggle at night while I prefer my space.

He's the handiest man in the whole wide world. He can stain concrete, fix plumbing issues, install blinds and drapes, put together any complicated piece of furniture, fix a truck, and more. I mean it, this man is HANDY.

He's a caretaker. He always makes sure I'm taken care of. If I'm sick, he takes care of me. If I'm stressed he talks it out with me. If I'm hungry, he will cook for me. Granted, its usually oven pizza but hey I'm easy to please.

My favorite part about your father is that he is a man of God. His Dad and Mom raised him right. He prays with me, for me, and for you EVERY day. He introduced me to our church home and I can't wait for you to be a part of it.

I know that one day you will love Pookie just as much as I do. :)

Princess Face

1 comments:

  1. This is seriously the sweetest ever. My dad called me many names and one was Pookie. He still calls me Pookie and gives a big goofy grin. I think you chose well with your term of endearment. I personally like it!

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