I rarely get flowers from you anymore.
Special occasions come and go.
I have to poke and prod and flat out tell you what I want for my birthday.
But, those dishes get done every evening. And the dinners you have been making since I was pregnant just keep getting better and better.
This past weekend you rearranged your schedule so that I didn’t have to drive with Ellie alone (carseat+ellie= very stressful drive anywhere). You never whined, or complained. You just figured out a way to be there for me. I keep seeing that in you. You are always there for me. You are there in the kitchen, brining sustenance to your family. You are there after we have all gone to sleep, cleaning up so I don’t have to the next morning. You are there every night holding me close and there in the morning giving sweet kisses to your baby girl while I shower. You are there quietly helping sustain this family and bring peace to an often overtired Mama.
You are there with a smile on your face or a silly song or a witty remark or a kiss or a hug or a listening ear. When I need comforting, you are there. All I need to do is ask and you are there.
I am so lucky to have you husband. You are always there and I am forever grateful.
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