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I probably should have posted something profound and poignant yesterday, considering it was our three year anniversary. Alas, I did not. A little embarrassed since this whole blog is a tribute to the love of my unborn child, who was conceived in the passionate love of his or her parents...even my kid will say, "Ewww" right now. Nonetheless, it has been three years, and the biggest thing I have learned? Respect. When you respect someone you SHOW you love them, you SHOW, you care for them and support them. Dan and I encounter so many couples whose relationships we do not envy. Men who are scared of their wives. Women who bash their husbands. What kind of relationship do you have without respect? I want to know that my man at home has my back out of love and adoration, not fear. I am so thankful that Dan and I have an honest, reciprocal relationship. With everything we have been through this past year, it's just God and each other that have gotten us to this point alive. He's the most amazing man I know. Love you babydoll.