My Rock

Hyrum has truly been my rock through all of this. He has been amazing. Whenever I've doubted or been overwhelmed, he's right there to build me up with his unwavering, positive faith. His is the last face I've seen when I've gone into surgery and the first one when I come out. He has so much on his plate with school, work, and the kids and he's just managed everything beautifully. He's been through every step of this right by my side. Thanks honey, for holding my hand when I want to punch the nurse when she's trying to insert the IV for the third try, for watching HGTV and Hannah Montana with me in the hospital when I know you would choose ESPN anyday, and for making me laugh by busting out with High School Musical songs (what time is it? It's surgery time....Get your, get your head in the game) when I'm about ready to lose it, for making sure my gown is tied properly so I don't flash the whole hospital staff, and for coming back to the hospital when the kids are in bed to spend time with me. I can't imagine doing all of this without you. I love you!