I sit here in our living room and stare at the coaster from Outback Steakhouse that Lance so proudly posted on our wall that says “No Worries,” and I think of that and my mind goes to little Baby Howie, and I think of the time Lance and I first met, and the time he came out to visit for the first time after his mission, and the day we moved into our first apartment, and those moments in the car where I look over at him and it just takes my breath away. Then I think of the way he rubs my growing tummy, and the way he still looks at me just like he did when we were sixteen with that youthful glimmer in his eyes. Life. The winding road of it all—it’s so beautiful. I don’t even know how to express everything I am feeling (and with all those hormones runnin’ amuck in there with Baby Howie…you get the picture) except for what Lance has so wonderfully and unknowingly made the theme of our home—No Worries.
(And don't worry, we're not really naming the baby Howie.)