Dear Handsome Husband,
I know this phase of life feels a little tricky at times. I know that there never seems to be enough time or energy or money to go around. I know our days are endlessly consumed with meeting the needs of small children, with little left for ourselves, much less each other. I know I often forget to tell you how much I love and appreciate you. I know that when we find ourselves completely spent, day after day, it’s far easier to focus on the annoyances than to celebrate the fantastic.
But I know, too, that I am still madly in love with you in a million amazing ways every single day.
The things that make my heart melt these days look a little different than when we first met. They are not all roses and romance (although I did absolutely love those beautiful yellow roses you surprised me with!). What takes my breathe away are the things that make the rhythm and flow of our life, however chaotic, feel a bit more bearable and beautiful.
I love how you show up. For work. For the kids. For me. For your flying community. You are all in and all there, even and especially when there never seems to be enough time and energy.
I love how you work tirelessly to support and better our family. I know you don’t love your job, and the sacrifices you make every day to provide for us cannot be underestimated or over-appreciated.
I love how you support and encourage my dreams. Whether it’s staying home to raise our children or getting out to write, you bend over backwards to help make it happen.
I love how you relentlessly chase down your own dreams. You reach and strive to learn more and become better and grasp you goals, stubbornly rejecting failure.
I love to watch your boyish wonder and fascination with all things aviation.
I love to watch you share this passion with our daughters.
I love how you can elicit laughter from our children with a simple silly face or fun game and turn everyone’s moods around.
I love how you can walk in and breathe patience into a room when I have none left.
I love how you cook for us and am constantly blown away by the delicious concoctions you create in less time and with less mess than I ever could.
I love how you clean up after me. I know I am a walking mess maker, and there are always dirty dishes, scattered laundry, and random clutter left in my wake. Thank you for not nagging me (too much) about it; thank you even more for silently doing the dirty work.
I love how you effortlessly seem to figure things out and fix things to keep our cars, house, and life running smoothly.
I love how you twirl me in the middle of our cluttered kitchen when one of my favorite songs plays, even though dancing is the last thing you want to do.
I love how you still look at me, after all these years and a couple of babies, with desire in your eyes.
I love how I get to glance across the kitchen at your rugged handsomeness, kind dark eyes, and smile that lights up the room.
I love how you seek adventure and and ruthlessly refuse to settle for the ordinary. And I love how you push me to do the same.
I love how you bring me milkshakes and pay the bills and watch our daughter so I can have a weekend away. I love how you clear the drains and shovel the snow and take out the trash. I love how you make coffee in the morning and do bedtime in the evening. I love how you get out of bed to help our daughter and how you stay in bed to snuggle me close. I love your rough hands and your kind heart and your brilliant brain and your compassionate soul.
I love you for all these reasons and so many more that too often go overlooked. I may not be as great at saying or showing it these days, but I love journeying through this life with you and all the everyday joys you bring with us.
All My Love,