I just want to publicly say that I love my husband. This man is the sweetest, most patient, and most caring man I know. He puts up with a lot, being married to me. But he's always there for me, ready to show me how much he loves me. Next month we will be celebrating 5 years of marriage. It has gone by so fast! And yet I feel like he's been my best friend since before I can remember. I am soooo grateful that Heavenly Father sent me such a wonderful man. A man who, when I throw a hairbrush at the bed because I'm frustrated that my hair won't do what I want it to and it bounces up and breaks the window, just takes me in his arms and tells me how beautiful I am. Nevermind that we had to pay $350 for the window. We'd been married 3 months when that happened. The next year, not long before Jayden was born, I was home crying on the floor because I couldn't reach my toenails to paint them when he walked in from school. He'd gotten out early, and I wasn't expecting him. He somehow figured out why his crazy pregnant wife was on the floor bawling her eyes out, and without a word knelt down and painted my toenails for me. Nevermind that the man hates feet. The next year, he not only held a full time job, but he'd spend most of his free time working on fixing up our house so that it would be livable before Karah was born. He still found the time to do sweet little things for me, like give me a back massage because he knew Karah was sitting in a way that made me ache. Nevermind that he was working his butt off at work and then some. Karah was a very difficult infant. I tried to be strong and to give my sweet husband a break by letting him sleep the night through when I knew Karah wouldn't. There were several time, though, I would be so exhausted from Karah getting her days and nights mixed up and then having Jayden be awake all day, that I would wake up in the morning to a note explaining that he'd felt I needed a break, so he'd arranged for his mom to take the kids for the day, and for me to get some rest. Nevermind that he would have to wake up close to 2 hours before work to get the kids fed, ready, over to his mom's house, and then to work on time. Last year he gave me a wonderful gift. He took the kids up to the cabin for a whole weekend. I got to read, lounge, clean, shower by myself without little people banging on the door or flushing the toilet (old house...), and SLEEP without interruptions. I missed them all, but how wonderful it was to just have a little "Motherhood Appreciation" weekend! Nevermind that he had to change ALL of the diapers and take care of 2 kids by himself for 3 days...I bring up all of these experiences because throughout the years that we've been married, he's always looked for little things to make me happy and to brighten my day. This latest incident triggered these wonderful memories of my husband's love for me. Yesterday I started the day throwing myself a little pity party. I was extremely frustrated with myself after stepping off the bathroom scale for, pretty much, the first time since Karah was born. I usually don't fret about my weight because, well, I've never had to. I've always been tone, I've always been thin, and I've always felt like I looked cute. I've felt a little frumpy from time to time since having kids, but even after I had Karah, I dropped the baby weight within the first couple of months. I'd jumped onto the scale to feel good about myself, and then got off feeling horrible. Most people would probably get mad at me for being upset with my results, but I have NEVER been that heavy outside of being pregnant. And I am NOT pregnant. My frustration with my weight turned quickly into frustration with my wardrobe (which I HAD noticed getting a little tighter), and then it turned into frustration with my hair. I was close to tears when Dan came into the bathroom to talk to me about our schedule for the day. I guess he recognized the look in my eye (see the hairbrush versus window incident) and he offered to help. With loving patience, he straightened my hair for me. He complimented my clothes. He held me and let me know I was beautiful. And I hadn't said a word about my self loathings other than my frustration with my hair not doing what I wanted it to... I know that I have some work to do in order to get back to where I want to be, but he erased any and all feelings of self loathing I'd had that day with his gentle and loving attitude towards me. I truly, truly love this man, and I am so grateful to have spent the last (almost) 5 years as his companion. And I look forward to spending the rest of forever with him, as well.
I just want to publicly say that I love my husband. This man is the sweetest, most patient, and most caring man I know. He puts up with a lot, being married to me. But he's always there for me, ready to show me how much he loves me. Next month we will be celebrating 5 years of marriage. It has gone by so fast! And yet I feel like he's been my best friend since before I can remember. I am soooo grateful that Heavenly Father sent me such a wonderful man. A man who, when I throw a hairbrush at the bed because I'm frustrated that my hair won't do what I want it to and it bounces up and breaks the window, just takes me in his arms and tells me how beautiful I am. Nevermind that we had to pay $350 for the window. We'd been married 3 months when that happened. The next year, not long before Jayden was born, I was home crying on the floor because I couldn't reach my toenails to paint them when he walked in from school. He'd gotten out early, and I wasn't expecting him. He somehow figured out why his crazy pregnant wife was on the floor bawling her eyes out, and without a word knelt down and painted my toenails for me. Nevermind that the man hates feet. The next year, he not only held a full time job, but he'd spend most of his free time working on fixing up our house so that it would be livable before Karah was born. He still found the time to do sweet little things for me, like give me a back massage because he knew Karah was sitting in a way that made me ache. Nevermind that he was working his butt off at work and then some. Karah was a very difficult infant. I tried to be strong and to give my sweet husband a break by letting him sleep the night through when I knew Karah wouldn't. There were several time, though, I would be so exhausted from Karah getting her days and nights mixed up and then having Jayden be awake all day, that I would wake up in the morning to a note explaining that he'd felt I needed a break, so he'd arranged for his mom to take the kids for the day, and for me to get some rest. Nevermind that he would have to wake up close to 2 hours before work to get the kids fed, ready, over to his mom's house, and then to work on time. Last year he gave me a wonderful gift. He took the kids up to the cabin for a whole weekend. I got to read, lounge, clean, shower by myself without little people banging on the door or flushing the toilet (old house...), and SLEEP without interruptions. I missed them all, but how wonderful it was to just have a little "Motherhood Appreciation" weekend! Nevermind that he had to change ALL of the diapers and take care of 2 kids by himself for 3 days...I bring up all of these experiences because throughout the years that we've been married, he's always looked for little things to make me happy and to brighten my day. This latest incident triggered these wonderful memories of my husband's love for me. Yesterday I started the day throwing myself a little pity party. I was extremely frustrated with myself after stepping off the bathroom scale for, pretty much, the first time since Karah was born. I usually don't fret about my weight because, well, I've never had to. I've always been tone, I've always been thin, and I've always felt like I looked cute. I've felt a little frumpy from time to time since having kids, but even after I had Karah, I dropped the baby weight within the first couple of months. I'd jumped onto the scale to feel good about myself, and then got off feeling horrible. Most people would probably get mad at me for being upset with my results, but I have NEVER been that heavy outside of being pregnant. And I am NOT pregnant. My frustration with my weight turned quickly into frustration with my wardrobe (which I HAD noticed getting a little tighter), and then it turned into frustration with my hair. I was close to tears when Dan came into the bathroom to talk to me about our schedule for the day. I guess he recognized the look in my eye (see the hairbrush versus window incident) and he offered to help. With loving patience, he straightened my hair for me. He complimented my clothes. He held me and let me know I was beautiful. And I hadn't said a word about my self loathings other than my frustration with my hair not doing what I wanted it to... I know that I have some work to do in order to get back to where I want to be, but he erased any and all feelings of self loathing I'd had that day with his gentle and loving attitude towards me. I truly, truly love this man, and I am so grateful to have spent the last (almost) 5 years as his companion. And I look forward to spending the rest of forever with him, as well.
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