...but happy birthday, hubby.
Although I sometimes forget to be patient, kind, and appreciative... although I at times envy and boast... although I am often arrogant, rude, sarcastic, offensive, insistent of my own way, irritable and resentful... although I am not too long-suffering and struggle with mild-moderate OCD (I'm sorry if I sound like a terrible wife and nothing like you've ever imagined)...
...I thank God for a husband whose love for me yet bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, and endures all things.... a husband who puts my needs first before his own, thinks of me whenever he stumbles upon food and chocolate, encourages me to stay healthy and fit, and tells me that I am beautiful. Furthermore, a husband who tries his best to be a great daddy to our little girl... sacrificing sleep to help me with Sophie whenever she tosses and turns in her sleep during the fourth watch of the night, taking her out for walks and outdoor fun whenever he is home, guarding jealously his weekends from work so that he gets to spend quality time with us (and so that I can sleep-in on Saturday mornings), and etc...
It is not easy to be a Ben - but he excels at it.
With much love.
No comments:
Post a Comment