Day 7: Someone who has made your life worth living for

This would have to be a tie. Six months ago I would have said my husband, hands down. But now, as I've entered this whole new stage in my life, there could be no other answer than my son. I know I talk about him so much, but right now he truly is my world. He completes me in a way that no other human being could. Don't get me wrong. I love my husband, more than I love any other adult human being. But I also know that without me my husband would survive. My son depends on me for, well, everything. My son is filled with unconditional love. He doesn't care what music I listen to, or what I wear, or if I cook vegetables for dinner.
I know I say this a lot, but there is absolutely no greater joy than a child of your own. Not that I'm pressuring people to hurry up and have kids. I firmly believe that everyone should wait until they are mentally and financially ready. I'm just saying that it is a truly life changing experience.

Day 6: Something you hope you never have to do

Sorry I've been MIA for so long. It's been a long adventure with trips up and down the east coast, snow storms, and needy relatives. Perhaps I will elaborate in a few days, but I figured I would first continue with this 30 days of truth I committed to...

I'm actually going to copy Mrs. Heather Lynn's answer for this one. I hope and pray to everything sacred in this world that I will never have to bury a child. It's something that's easy to say when you don't have children yet, but once you do the fear magnifies a hundred fold. Call me a paranoid mom. Call me a normal human being. I check my son every time he is sleeping to make sure he is still breathing. I worry about car crashes, and falling off bridges, and rare diseases, and falling down stairs. As my grandmother put it (who for the record lost several children through miscarriage, or in the hospital), it's hard to lose a child regardless, but once you bring them home it's a completely different story. Once you bond and they become a part of you you can't imagine ever losing them.
There are a lot of people in my life that I would be devastated if I lost, and while my husband fights thousands of miles away, constantly in harms way, he is definitely near the top of that list, but to lose my son would be a whole kind of heartbreak I don't even want to fathom.

Day 5: Something you hope to do in your life

I think I have a list a mile long of things I want to do before I die. I'm thankful that I have already checked off some of them, but the big ones left are:

Become proficient in a foreign language, and
Take a trip around the world.

I thought about listing all the different countries and cities I want to visit, but there are just so many. I know that at this point we will probably have to wait until retirement to have the time and money to do it, but at some point I want to spend 6 months to a year just travelling, immersing ourselves in different cultures. It will be a life changing event and I hope we can do it sooner rather than later, but I'm thinking the "sooner" part won't be for another 18 years...

Day 4: Something you have to forgive someone else for

This is still a touchy subject for me. They say forgive, but don't forget, and I've been trying... I've been trying for years. I'm going to be vague to protect the innocent, but there's a chance that people who know me might still know who/what I'm talking about.
Let's just say at some point in my past, someone very dear to me had relations with a mutual friend of ours. This person withheld information about certain events, information that if it had been divulged this incident would not have happened. At least I like to think it wouldn't. I'm not sure whether I'm more upset about the actual act, or the information that was withheld, but combined it made for a less than ideal situation. OK, no sugar coating... it made for a pretty hurtful situation, one that still hurts to this day.
While I can say the past is the past and try to look past this, and can even say with almost full certainty that this type of situation would not happen again, it still leaves a pit in my stomach when I think about it. It has been several years and I wonder if this is something I'll ever truly be able to forgive...

Day 3: Something you have to forgive yourself for

So FINALLY... the baby is down for a nap and my dad is doing renovations on the house so I'm not responsible for cleaning in my spare time. That means I actually have time to update!

Forgiveness and acceptance are very close in my book and it's hard to find something I have to say I forgive myself for.... it's more something about myself I have to accept. Still, I feel it's close enough, and it's something pretty big.

I have to forgive myself for/accept that...I have changed - physically, emotionally, mentally - after the birth of my child.

I knew certain things would change. I wouldn't be able to go out as often, I'd have extra baby weight to lose, etc. But some things I was not expecting. And without going into too much detail, there are things that change about ones body after going through labor, other than excess fat. Hormones go awry. You are filled with a sense of more responsibility. And all of those things rolled into one equal "less romance" we shall say.

I have felt extreme guilt for no longer being the same person my husband married. I know he feels like he is less attractive to me, when in fact I am the one who feels less attractive to him. I know he feels like I am less interested in him, when in fact it has nothing to do with HIM; it has to do with all the hormonal and physical changes I've gone through as of late.

And I have to convince myself it's not really MY fault, that these things will change as time goes on, and that this is such a small and temporary setback in exchange for one of the most wonderful things ever.