A Letter To My Dear Husband

This is not a letter to thank you for the vast amount of things you do for me and our daughter day after day.

It is not a letter to show my appreciation for your kindness, generosity, and loving heart. This note will not express my gratitude for you supporting this family and always thinking of us first.

This letter is a thank you for all the little things I have never showed appreciation for; mostly because I always assumed you knew how much they mean to me.

Thank you, for kissing my head every morning before you leave for work; even when you think I am asleep.

Thank you, for letting me devour the last bit of the delicious cake we are sharing; everyone knows that’s the best part.

Thank you, for completely ignoring when I am being a stubborn mule, and letting me see it for myself just so I can later say it never happened that way.

Thank you for sleeping in a freezing room, just because I hate the heat.

Thank you for getting mad at me when I am being reckless and destructive to myself.

Thank you for looking at our daughter with so much love in your eyes that it brings tears to mine.

Thank you for forgiving me for all my faults and trusting that I can and will be better.

Lastly, thank you for the inspiration I have found in your simile every single day for the last 10 years. No amount of thank you’s will ever be enough to show my gratitude for everything that you are to me.

I Am Selfish

After posting this blog I received an overwhelming amount of feedback from mothers all over the country. Some empathized with me and gave me great advice.

However, let me first address the angry messages I received from mothers that seemed to think me ungrateful and selfish.

I am selfish, but I am not ungrateful. I wake up every day and I thank god for my wonderful husband and beautiful little girl. It is not them I’m not happy with; it is me that needs work.

Selfish is thrown on women anytime they start to think about themselves. When did getting married and having a child become an automatic forfeit of a woman’s hopes and dreams? Not her hopes for her family, but her own, deep, dreams.

Yet, I am not angry. I still thank you all for taking the time to read my thoughts and giving your feedback.