You know, sometimes when I'm sitting at my desk I'm actually working. I swear. I just have to start with that, because the majority of the time, I'm either putting Dwight's stuff in Jell-O (that NEVER gets old) or talking to Pam.

Okay, yeah. Most of the time I'm talking to Pam. I can't help it. She's beautiful, she's smart, and she's funny. She knows me like no one else.

More importantly, (and perhaps also more pathetic) I know her. I know her favorite yogurt flavor, her favorite pair of shoes, how sorry she feels for Michael sometimes, and how she hates wearing tights. I used to watch her as she drove away from work, and I could see her singing to a song in her car as she left. I knew that she only sang when she thought no one was watching because she thought it looked like she was talking to herself.

I know that she still doesn't like to walk on hot pavement during the summer after the hot coals incident. I know that she hates egg salad, but loves scrambled eggs. She was a vegetarian for a couple of years in high school, but gave it up in college for no reason at all.

I know that when she sleeps, she gets cold. I know that she loves waking up warm because my arms are around her. I know that in the morning, her hair is tousled and she wakes up with a sleepy smile on her face. I know that she has the weirdest dreams of anyone I've ever met. I know that she had a dog when she was younger named Dog. I know that she still has the teddy bear she slept with as a little kid, and I know that she slept with it after her parents split up.

I know that teddy bear smells just like her. I know that she still uses the teapot I gave her every morning. I know that she likes M and Ms more than jellybeans, but she put jellybeans into the candy dispenser because she knew I liked them. I know she's an incredibly fast typist, but that she hates computers. She had braces when she was thirteen, and she actually didn't mind them, but she threw away all of her pictures from seventh grade because she thinks she looked stupid. (She didn't).

I know that her favorite class in school was actually English, mostly because she thought her teacher was the best person she had ever met. I know that she likes seeing people who are happy, and she likes making people happy. (She's good at that).

I know that she is nervous about having a baby, but so, so excited. I know the look on her face when she feels the baby kicking, and it is the best smile I have ever seen. I love how she folds her hands protectively over her stomach, and I love how she leans into me when she's tired of standing on her feet. I love the curve of her stomach, and I love the glow in her eyes. I know that she will be the best mother in the world, and that I will always be there with her and for her no matter what.

I love that girl like…there's not even a comparison for it. I love her so much. There's no doubt in my mind that I will love her for the rest of my life, and I am so excited about our baby and our family and our life together that I don't want to go to sleep at night because I don't want to wake up to find it different.

At first, I was scared all the time that would happen: I would wake up and find the whole thing had been a dream. It terrified me for the longest time, but one morning, I woke up around three in the morning. My arms were around Pam, resting on her gently protruding belly, and I felt her shift slightly. I felt the baby kick for the first time against my hand, just a tiny foot, and I heard Pam gasp. She turned around to look at me, eyes shining and still sleepy.

"Jim, are you awake?" she asked. I could only nod, tears in my own eyes as I beamed back at her. "I felt the baby kick!" she whispered, excitement in her whole body. At that moment, I knew that we would spend the rest of our lives together. I knew that this was forever, and that I meant as much to Pam as she does to me.

So, yeah, sometimes I actually work. But most of the time, I'm thinking about how beautiful Pam is, and how I just want to span the short distance between us and kiss her. Kissing Pam never gets old.

I'm going to go do it. Kiss her in the privacy of my office and then take the rest of the day off just to be with her. Story of my life.