An open letter to my husband
I don't give you near enough credit for all you do for our family.
I don't say thank you enough.
I probably don't say I love you enough.
Not many husbands do all the laundry every week.
Not many husbands get the kids dressed and off to school every morning.
Not many husbands let their wife take huge afternoon naps every Saturday and Sunday.
I take for granted everything you do. For that I am truly sorry.
The day we got married I didn't think I could ever love you more. But the day Lexi was born my heart exploded. The way you looked at her. The way you looked at me and didn't want to leave me, but knew she needed you more. The way you stood for hours in the NICU because I couldn't be there. The way you escorted everyone down to see her. And once again, I thought I couldn't love you more. Then Rex Allen was born. A son! Someone to carry your last name forever. You were so proud. The way you shows him off. The way you laid with him on the tiny couch. And my heart exploded again.
I love you.
You are my rock.
When you said "in sickness and in health" I bet you had no idea what you were in for. I don't know too many men who would have stuck around through everything. But you did. And I'm 100% positive that you always will.
Thank you for being you.
Thank you for being the best part of me.
Thank you for the 2 amazing children you have blessed me with.
I can't imagine my life without you.
And from here on out, I promise to show you more how much you mean to me.