I owe my husband big-time. And I want to thank him publicly for being such a gem Monday (and all days really). I do sometimes take him for granted. And we absolutely have our moments. But, wow, I just feel really blessed to call him mine.
I want to be the kind of wife who inspires (not nags) her husband to be the best he can be. If I would have figured out how to do this a long time ago, wow, that would have been cool. I hate it when I focus on one or two things I’d like him to change when there are hundreds of wonderful things about him.
Thank you, Gabe, for loving me the way you do. Thank you for the billions of errands you run without complaining. Thank you for cleaning windows and replacing shower curtains when you have web sites to be designing. Thank you for being happy for me when I get to meet new friends. Thank you for huge ol’ McDonald’s/pizza runs.
You’re amazing with new people. You know just how to put people at ease. Kids love you. Women love you. Guys love you. Can’t beat that.
Thank you for wrestling with the girls. And dancing with them. For telling them they’re pretty. And hugging and kissing them. Even when they put you over the edge, they know Daddy still loves them. And they adore you. Especially tiny tot.
Thank you for being proud of me. For encouraging me to write and speak. For telling people about my books and urging them to buy them. For giving them away to the wives of guys you meet. For wanting me to blog and twitter so you know what’s going on in my life (even if you’re just five feet away).
I’m always quick to point out that you aren’t perfect, so people don’t hate me for having a wonderful husband. But, more often than not, I’m the one with the issues. And you are amazing. And if people hate me, well, they hate me. When I first met you, it was pretty much all physical attraction. Thanks be to God who gave me a man who is 50 times more beautiful on the inside than on the outside. And you get better with each passing year.
I love a lot of people. Some of them very deeply. Many of them are xanga gals. But you are my very best friend. I would rather be with you than with anyone else. I can say anything to you and know you’ll still love me. Anything. I know how to make you happy, and this is a very comforting thing.
You give of your time, yet I whine about getting you a snack. I’m working on this. When I choose to be unselfish, our marriage rocks. Because you’re in it.
I love how God is meshing our dreams and goals and passions together. I love the family God has blessed us with. Our family of five and both sides extended.
Thank you for being the kind of guy who is always striving to improve, to reach out, to bring glory to his God.
You’re a beautiful man, and I love you.