Lately I’ve realized…I’ve gotten used to having a good man. It’s a problem I never thought I’d have, but here we are.
I know oh so well what it’s like to have a bad one. When we first met I was amazed by every little thing you did. I couldn’t believe the way you talked to me, the way you listened, the dozens of seemingly insignificant things you did without even thinking that left me stunned that such a man existed.
But as the days turned to months, then to years…I got used to it…and I started missing moments that I should have been appreciating.
So tonight…I want to say thank you to you, my husband.
Thank you for calling or texting me every day no matter how busy you are to ask how I am.
Thank you for always getting me a candy bar when you go to the store.
Thank you for running me a bath when you know I’ve had a rough day.
Thank you for getting up to check on the kids when I think I heard something, even when you know it’s nothing.
Thank you for singing to me.
Thank you for making it your goal to make me laugh every day.
Thank you for washing the dishes so often.
Thank you for always jumping in with the house work and never just saying it’s “my job.”
Thank you for being faithful.
Thank you for bringing me a blanket from home when I was in the hospital.
Thank you for stepping in when someone treats me badly.
Thank you for smacking me on the butt every time you pass me because you know I’ll grin and roll my eyes.
Thank you for praying with me every morning.
Thank you for cleaning my van.
Thank you for holding my hand in church.
Thank you for kissing me at least a dozen times a day.
Thank you for being the best towel folder I know.
Thank you for stopping to get prescriptions on the way home so I don’t have to take sick kids out.
Thank you for coming to appointments whenever you possibly can.
Thank you for working so hard for us…and at the same time, thank you for the knowledge that if it comes down to work or your family, your family wins…every time.
Thank you for being the kind of man I want our sons to grow up to be and the kind of man I want our daughters to marry.
Thank you for loving my family and making it your own…for calling my daddy…for texting my mom things to make her laugh.
Thank you for taking bike rides with our kids and playing football in the yard after work when you’re exhausted.
Thank you for calling me your bride even years later…like I’m still that girl who couldn’t stop smiling when she married you.
And thank you for asking me every night to marry you…for realizing it’s a choice we make over and over in the routine every day moments, not once with everyone watching.
You are absolutely everything I never knew I always wanted. My hero. My crush. My best friend. My teammate. My safe place. My everything.
I love you not just for all the amazing things you do…but for all the little things I miss that you still do anyway…because you’re you.
I’m forever grateful,