On November 7th when our world came into focus, we fell into step with one another. Since that day, we've been standing shoulder to shoulder. I may narrate this nightmare, but it is you beside me holding the candle in this darkness.
Together, we paced the halls during her first surgery. We turned to each other for quiet solace when comfort from others was too abrasive. I remember the nausea, the disbelief, the emotional implosion. I remember looking at you and seeing my own incredulous eyes staring back at me.
It was in her first hospital room, room 24, as we held each other, that I felt our common mission take shape. In that room, we mobilized and strategized and instantly re-calibrated our marriage. You came into focus. We came into focus.
When my grieving finds no words, you understand. When my impotence finds no outlet, you offer yourself. When my regrets are unbearable, you take my hand. When I'm unable, you are.
I want Meaghan to hear what her heart already knows. She has the bravest daddy. Her daddy loves without boundaries, without questions or conditions. Without fail, without complaint, her daddy is there. Everyday.
Edward, I want you to know, you are of uncommon strength of character, love and fortitude. I am grateful to be called your wife.