A Perfect 10

Okay, so it hasn’t been perfect but there is no one else I would have rather spent it with.
I love that you set your out of office response as this:

I love that you make me laugh every day. I know our family is your first priority. And I appreciate all the ways that you show me. I am thankful that you ask for and respect my opinion. I feel lucky that date night is just as much fun now as it was 10 years ago.

You have the most generous and caring heart I have ever known.You are slow to judge and quick to forgive. And I love doing all the boring stuff with you. All that stuff that makes up life. You make it worth it.

I love you. Thank you for marrying me 10 years ago.

Happy Anniversary.

Lonely Toothbrush

Last night as I was brushing my teeth and getting ready for bed, I set my toothbrush in the holder all by itself and thought…. “I am so thankful that my toothbrush isn’t always alone.” I am so thankful to have a partner in this world. Not just a warm body that happens to live in the same house but a real partner. Someone to listen calmly as I debate the merits of a 7:30 vs 7:00 bedtime for the tenth time. Someone who loves me enough that when our baby is 3 weeks old and I am crying because I want to quit breastfeeding so badly, he can look at me and say, “This is your choice and I know you will make the best decision. I know it is a sacrifice but I will do whatever I can to make it easier.” and really mean it.

I am thankful that when Mike is out of town, Scott counts down the days until he gets back. I am thankful that I am not enough for the kids.

I am grateful for a husband who would do whatever he had to do to keep our family safe and healthy. I am also thankful for a husband that if he chose to, could travel every week and make more money, but gives himself limits because we are more important to him.

I am lucky that I have a husband that gives me my time alone and even though I know he doesn’t completely understand everything that goes into our day, he pretends like he does. I am lucky I have a husband I know would never purposefully do anything to hurt me or our kids.

As I have gotten older and my peer group has become moms, I have come to realize that not everyone has what I have. I grew up in a home where my dad went to work everyday and also did the ironing. It was an equal partnership and while I knew not everyone had that, it was distant. It wasn’t a friend.

I know I take Mike for granted. I know I can be neurotic and bossy and obsessive and definitely moody and fickle and selfish and my running clothes stink and he still loves me.

To all the good husbands out there (especially mine) thank you for sticking with us worn out sleep deprived moms and our snot covered clothes. I know I don’t say it enough… but thank you for all you do. I would be lost without you.