Dear Husband,
Sometimes everything feels chaotic and fast, like a whirlwind we can’t stop. Time is flying by and I forget to really see you.
When I stop and I notice, I see the etching of life, the processes that have made you older, stronger and wiser. You are the same as when we married, but you’re different too. We’ve grown up together.
I am proud of who you are and who you’ve become.
I’ve seen you at your best and I’ve seen you at your worst. You have seen me at my best and you’ve seen me at my worst too. We’ve been undone together and we’ve loved each other still — that’s what makes us belong.
Sometimes I expect everything from you. Things that don’t belong to you, like making me feel happy, or skinny, or perfect. I’m sorry — it’s not your job. I know it’s not. Sometimes when I’m angry at me, I get angry at you instead.
I take things out on you. When I’m struggling or anxious or depressed, I roll my eyes and I glare at you when you say the wrong thing. There wasn’t a right thing you could have said anyway. My struggle is with me, not with you.
I’m sorry that in the day to day mess of life, I give you my worst instead of my best…more often than I’d like to admit.
Today, and every day, I want you to know…
You are my favorite.