Thank you. And I’m sorry. You will never be appreciated enough for all that you do. My love and gratitude can never be accurately put into words or actions, try as I might. But I want you to know, need you to know, you are enough; enough for me, for the boys, for yourself.
I will never know or fully understand the turmoil you grew up in. And that is ok. Your demons are your own. We all have them. But I do know you have conquered them. If not you wouldn’t be here with me. I fear you may not be here at all. You are strong. And stubborn as hell.
The past ten years has been an honor for me to watch you grow. When we met, neither of us knew which direction we were heading. You had just switched careers. I had just made the first big step in mine. You had just bought your first house. I recall walking into that house for the first time thinking you were crazy as hell. But you turned that run down house into a home. Your first. Our first. Our son’s first.
You are a dreamer.
You quit your job to pursue a dream that you developed in the basement of that home. I stood by you. Proud of you. Each product you put out was like a work of art. You could’ve made something of it.
I remember when we first found out we were pregnant. You looked me dead in the face and said, “Everything has to change.” And in that moment, it did. You sold every piece of that business, saved every penny. Your main focus, your only focus, was our future family.
It’s a boy!
Becoming a father was your greatest accomplishment. I could sense it. Everyone around you could as well. Your whole purpose of life changed in an instant.
I remember the first time you told me you loved me. It was in the nursery, while rocking our newborn to sleep listening to lullabies. It was more meaningful and impactful than I ever thought possible. You had changed my world for the better. I knew long before that I loved you. But being stubborn as hell myself, I couldn’t bring myself to say it first. I walked down the aisle to the same lullaby that was playing in that very moment. I’m not sure I ever told you that.
Marry your best friend.Stranger’s advice
Now I am your wife. I promise to love you at not only your best times, but your worst. Proudly, I stand by your side. We have two wonderful boys. We are on house number three with our own privacy and property.
As the years go on and the times get tough, I find peace in knowing you are my husband. You are my rock. You hold me up when all I want to do is collapse. My mind isn’t as tough as it once one. Becoming a mother has no doubt softened me.
You have remained strong. You have sacrificed so much and it’s no secret. I just want to take this opportunity to once again say thank you. I couldn’t do life without you, nor would I want to. You are forever my best friend.
Your loving wife,
Life is hectic. No matter what you do. For me, well, I’m a mom of two young boys living in the countryside, working a full-time job, married to my best friend, and might be slightly makeup obsessed. I’m here to share my experiences, my fears, my dreams, and what little tips and tricks I’ve picked up along the way.