For My Incredible Husband:
I love the way our children fly into your arms the moment you walk through the door. I love when they eagerly await your arrival home. I love watching them learn and grow through your play.
You teach our children kindness and compassion. You encourage them to learn and grow. You hold them while they cry. You walk them through their troubles and lead by example. They are incredibly blessed to call you “Dad,” and I’m even more so to call you “my husband.”
You’re everything I imagined a husband could be, and more. Thank you for your patience, your love, your never-failing support. You are the glue that holds our home together, and I refuse to imagine life without you.
And, I’m sorry.
I’m sorry I can’t be everything, for everyone, all the time.
I’m sorry for all the times I’ve failed you. I’m sorry I live in yoga pants. I’m sorry my hair is half-brushed in a ponytail, and I’m typically covered in snot or food before you even make it home. I promise I’ll work harder to give you the best parts of me, instead of what’s left.
I’m sorry I don’t hug and kiss you as much as I used to. The relief I feel when you make it home to help with the chaos is blinding. I promise I’ll work harder to give you the affection you deserve, and jump in line with the kids for hugs and kisses.
I’m sorry I don’t cuddle the way I used to. Sometimes I’m so “touched out” by the end of the day that I forget you’ve spent the day craving some solid one-on-one time. I promise I’ll work harder to go to bed at the same time. I’ll find ways to sneak in a bit more “us” time, even if it’s just while we watch our littles running around the couch.
I’m sorry I’m not patient enough. Love is patient. Love is kind. It was much easier on our wedding day, before three young children and a time-consuming career. By the end of the day, I’m so exhausted and I just want 5 minutes of peace. By the end of the day, the kids have pushed boundaries I didn’t even know I had. I promise I’ll work harder to be optimistic and positive when you get home.
I love you…all of you. I know it’s all “this stage of life.” I know our love has always been, and will always be, all consuming. I’ve never been happier, more fulfilled.
I’m looking forward to the next phase. I know we’ll be there, stronger than ever, appreciating every moment together. We’ll dance in the living room to commercials again. We’ll stay up late, giggling and talking for hours, and wake up together in the same bed, with no one between us. Our date nights will no longer be rushed, and I won’t spend half of it checking for babysitter updates. We’ll enjoy dinners and talk about every detail of our days, just like we used to.
Until then, I’m hanging on for dear life on this crazy ride we call life.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.