A letter to my husband, the father of my children.

I love you. I lean on you. I’m blessed to have you in my life.

We’ve been through messes, projects, vacations and child birth. We’ve been places I thought would break us. Things other people are surprised we pulled through. Yet those things pale next to other’s stories of adversity.

If I could go back and know then what I now know I would choose our life again… sooner that time if possible. Rather than 6 years of marriage in 18 years of friendship I’d balance that up a bit. Can you believe we go back almost 20 years already?

Our spark may be smoldering under the weight of my hormone imbalance, pregnancy, the needs of our tiny humans, your job change, life stress and our own senses of failure to achieve, but it’ll be back sometime. We’re communicating through it all and you’re working extra hard to find and present suggestions on how we can spend more quality time together. You are trying to meet your needs through making sure mine are met first. Your efforts in those areas alone are a blessing to our relationship. I’m sorry I feel so flat in life lately. We’re on the same team heading for the same finish line, just rowing a relay right now rather than side-by-side in the same boat.

Nothing on Earth is, or to my memory ever has been as soothing to my very soul as being in the arms of my most darlingest one-my husband. From our very earliest hugs they felt like heaven and I just wanted to move in permanently. Time stops just for a little while and there are no cares in the world. Your arms are still my place of refuge even if I only get a few minutes (or seconds!) there before someone else starts clamoring for your attention. At the end of the day I don’t often get to snuggle into your arms and drift off to sleep but that’s still where I want to be.

I love you and I like you a lot.

Goodnight My Love