I, like many other women, have been blessed with a spouse who loves me beyond measure. I don’t express to him often enough how much I treasure him for all he does for me, for our kids, for others. And so today, I shout from the mountaintops (well, OK, the computer screen) a few accolades for the man I love.
Thank you for being a role model for our children. Your work ethic, your love of books and politics, your joy in all-things-outdoors, your partnership in this marriage, your patience with me, your blunt honesty at all times … I see you in our children and it makes me smile.
Thank you for putting gas in my car on cold rainy nights. I wonder if you even know how much it warms my heart when I get into the car in the morning, knowing I barely have enough to get to work, and seeing the gas gauge needle move to “full”. A simple gesture. But when you do it without me asking, it just demonstrates that you take care of me.
Thank you for letting me make mistakes and not continually remind me of my errors. I admit it: I dwell on stuff. I beat myself up for things that don’t go as planned. I worry about things that are out of my control. And then I see you, in a similar situation but handled with so much more grace than I could ever muster. Bad things happen and you don’t let them ruin your day nor do you waste precious moments contemplating what should’ve/could’ve/would’ve happened. I wish I could be more like you.
Thank you for being willing to do the “fun” things I plan for us and for our family. Season theater tickets, church dinner groups, mingling parties with school friends, playdates with toddlers, happy hour on our back porch with the neighbors — things you would not choose to plan yourself, but when I ask “Is it OK if …” you always say yes. I am going to try to be more willing to do the “fun” things you plan. Promise.
Thank you for tolerating my juggling act, especially when it means you have to do more than your share of household/family jobs. Even though you work full time and come home exhausted most nights, when I ask you to pick up the baby at day care because I have a volunteer commitment, you rarely complain. If I want to participate in something at church, you support my growth in faith even if that means you are stuck with a grumpy toddler for a couple hours. When work is busy or grad school assignment deadlines are looming, you ignore the messy house with all my piles of work strewn in different rooms. I appreciate your willingness to let me be me and to develop my own identity aside from Wife and Mom.
Thank you for choosing me. All those women out there…and you chose me to spend the rest of your life with. I love you. I love you so very much.