Dear Matt,
It’s Sunday and the dishwasher is empty, the bed is made, and breakfast is consumed. For the first time in almost two months we finally had a lazy Sunday. No deadlines, no rushed breakfasts, no missed gym workout, but most importantly, no reason to move at the speed of light.
On our first weekend since the wedding we’ve been able to rest. And I wanted to thank you. And remember. And honor you for who you are. Not a perfect spouse, but a spouse who tries hard to do his best—and I’m not sure I tell you that enough.
So, thank you. Thank you…
… for making the best pancakes I’ve ever eaten
… for allowing me to dance to Michael Jackson in the car
… for doing laundry every day, every load, and every color
… for buying me a printer after my panic/meltdown last week
… for always coming back to me after an argument to “talk about it”
… for pushing me to talk about my feelings when I want to shut down
… for bringing me flowers and putting them into vases around the house
… for encouraging me to step outside of my comfort zone and embrace who I am
I love you more today than yesterday. But not as much as tomorrow.
Love,
Your Sidekick for Life
The Dynamic Duo
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