Pride and Gratitude
Dear Hubby,
“If I make a promise, I keep my promise.” Those are some of the early words I vividly remember you saying to me. And you know what? You truly live these words every day. If you make a commitment to be somewhere at 5:00 p.m., you show up at exactly 5:00. You committed to yourself long ago that volunteering your time was important. So you become a board member to a non-profit foundation who sole job is to help children battling cancer.
You promised to love me, and you do.
But what makes my heart skip a beat is your level of commitment to our children. For the past three years you have taken an active role in parenting BC and eClaire as we finagled our work schedules around to ensure one of us was at home to raise our children at all times . This was important to me, and you respected it.
Our relationship suffered, temporarily, as we passed through the night barely seeing each other for days and sometimes weeks on end. But our kids had you. And for that I am eternally grateful.
BC mimics your behavior, from the way you stand with your arms crossed to the way you wake eClaire up from her nap. “Well, hewo there beautiful!” He looks up to you with admiration and pride. The other night when BC woke up hysterically crying, he wanted you. You were the comforting hands that soothed him back to sleep.
Part of my heart broke as I handed BC over. My job of protector and soother had been passed on. And even though I shed tears for my loss, I was so very proud that you were the one our son wanted.
This moment is a testament of the man you are to our children. You are someone that will sooth and comfort in a time of need and crisis. You are a man who our kids are not afraid to be vulnerable in front of. You are a man who will protect them and love them unconditionally.
And I am proud.
You always say that you were the lucky one. But truth be told, I have no idea how I was so lucky.
How was it that you were willing to wait around for me to figure out that on top of being my best friend, you were also the man I loved with my whole heart?
I am the lucky one.
Our kids will never know a life without you in it. They won’t know the hurt of having a split family.
I am the lucky one. We are the lucky ones.
Happy Father’s Day.
Love,
Me
Dad said,
June 17, 2007 @ 5:53 pm
Very nice, SM. “Hubby” is a very good guy, and I’m glad you married him. But after all that “I’m so lucky” business, don’t forget who convinced you to date him in the first place!
I think I remember your exact words were, “If I lived a hundred years, I’d never date him!” To which I responded, “You better listen to your dad for once. He’s one of the good ones.”
There was a time or two in your teen years when you thought my advice was stupid, but we’re all glad you listened to me this time.
You both make a great couple, and you’re terrific parents to our grandkids.
Love, Dad
Jennifer said,
June 18, 2007 @ 11:51 am
That’s beautiful. I hope you show this to your husband. And I hope that you’ll eventually show it to your kids.
Shauna said,
June 18, 2007 @ 5:04 pm
Sweet.
JC said,
June 18, 2007 @ 8:35 pm
Wow!