It is our anniversary. And on our special day, I wanted to say “thank you”. Because I don’t say it enough. And I know that me sharing this on the internet may make you squirm in your seat but in this busy season of life and parenthood I may not have a chance to sit down and tell you.
First, thank you for giving me a chance. I know when we first met, I may not have given the best first impression. Thank you for sweeping me off of my feet when I wasn’t looking for love.
Thank you for taking those dance lessons I begged you for before our wedding even though you needed some liquid courage.
Thank you for letting me steal the covers and take up 75% of our bed every night. I appreciate your selflessness as you cling to the edge of the mattress so that I can have a good night’s sleep.
Thank you for carrying in all of the groceries. I’ve never known anyone to fit so many bags on each arm and carry them all in at once.
Thank you for just really getting me. You know that when I come home and whip off my bra and put on that certain pair of yoga pants and your old t-shirt it means I’ve had a rough day. Without a single thought you go out and get my favorite ice cream (chocolate peanut butter cup) and put on Law and Order SVU reruns so that I can decompress.
Speaking of tv, thank you for all the times you’ve watched Grey’s Anatomy, HGTV and all of the Real Housewives with me. Although, I think you secretly enjoy them.
Thank you for putting up with all of my quirks. Like how I load the dishwasher, have certain towels that are for decor and that you can actually use, and how I turn into a trucker when I get behind someone who is driving too slow.
Thank you for working so hard for our family so that I could stay home longer with our son and be the type of mother I’ve always envisioned. All of those hours, it does not go unnoticed.
Thank you for understanding that I need my “me time” and never giving me a hard time when I need a solo trip to Target or a glass of wine with a friend.
And when I’m looking for a fight and say some words, thank you for just biting your tongue and walking away (although at the time I may want you to fight back and nothing infuriates me more than your silence.) Thank you for your forgiveness.
Thank you for loving me through my dark times and even though you may not always understand, for your patience and your listening ear.
Thank you for telling me how beautiful I am when I ask if I look fat and for truly still seeing me as the girl you fell in love with.
Thank you for doing all of those things I did not even have to ask. Like filling up my gas tank when you move my car and see it’s empty, picking up that pile of crap we’ve been walking past on the stairs, and taking out the trash.
Thank you for being an incredible father. From helping with diaper duty, to bath time and our morning marathons trying to get everyone ready and out the door, you do it all with ease. I love the way you get down on the floor and play with our son as you soon as you get home from work, still in your work clothes. And how excited you get showing him different trucks, tractors, and trains. And no one else looks cuter singing Baby Shark (Doo Doo Doo Doo).
Thank you for being my person. The one that I want to talk to about my day. The one who believes in me, fights for me and always supports me.
You ‘re still sweeping me off of my feet.