Thursday, February 18, 2010

More letters

This is going to be a love letter to my husband. If you're not interested in mushy, don't read it.

I love you.
2 years together and I still can't get enough of you. (Even though it was seven months into the relationship that you actually told me you wanted to date, and I suggested we just go ahead and get married, instead)
So many people say that they married their best friend. We actually did.

You are my everything. The last six and half months have not been easy. I didn't know I could feel so tired and sick all the time and still survive, but you've made it better--by working two jobs so I didn't feel pressured or have to work. By coming home, even when you're exhausted, and helping pick up the apartment or do dishes so I didn't feel so overwhelmed. Or by cooking dinner on the nights I feel so sick. And yesterday, when we found out that maybe I needed to rest a lot more and spend a lot less time on my feet, you took it upon yourself to find someplace for the puppy to go so I didn't have to worry about him, and then cooking a bunch of food before leaving for work so that I would have lunch and dinner and dessert already prepared for today. I love how you instinctively know that I need to cuddle or just have a hug. I love how we've never had a fight, how you make it a point to sit down and talk something through before it escalates into an argument. I love that you've never once raised your voice to me, even when I smacked you in my sleep one night. I love the flowers and the chocolates that you send me, and the seventy some text messages a day when we're apart just telling me that I mean everything to you. I love that you are sensitive to my needs and desires, even if it's something as silly as craving watermelon at eleven pm, you happily go get it and cut it up for me. I love how my heart still skips a beat when you walk into the room, and I love the look in your eyes that tells me you still adore me.

I know you think that a lot of what you do goes unnoticed. I hope you know it doesn't, and that I appreciate the little things as much as the big things. Even if I don't feel up to telling you how much I love you and how grateful I am for everything, even when I'm so tired that it slips my mind, I hope you know.

If not, you do now. And mostly...I can't wait to see you again.