My husband pointed out that our daughter has only been around for 2 months and I’ve dedicated a whole blog to her, but we’ve been married over 2 years and haven’t written anything about him. I told him that I have written about him, just in a more indirect way. He wasn’t convinced. So, here’s to you, dear husband of mine.
It’s nothing short of a blessing to have a good spouse. Considering all the crazy, disrespectful people that seem to dominate popular media, it’s amazing to have someone that is sane (got to have that) kind and generous. Regardless of if we’re all willing to admit it, everyone wants to be loved and accepted. Everyone wants to do good things, and get recognition for it. Everyone wants to speak kind words and hear them returned. Everyone wants to give out love and receive it back. It’s our hearts’ natural inclination to do so. We may try to cover it up with baser things, but sooner or later, needs must be met.
I gladly confess that you have helped me to meet those needs. I consider myself equal to those that balance the emission and consumption of love like the scales of justice. They’ve found their comfort. I’ve found mine. And though this comfort is not always comfortable, it is sturdy and safe. I pray we enrich each other like the fruit and the soil, each giving of itself so the other can thrive.
And then there’s Zara. No transition needed. She’s that sweet little chocolate drop we call our daughter. We’ve been entrusted to raise her right, and I do believe I’ve been wise in my choosing. She looks like you and laughs like me so she’s already showing us how we affect her. She’s already producing the familiar energy that we gifted her in the womb. I love her because I love you. I love you because I love her. The cycle is mesmerizing.
I say it a lot so you won’t forget. I say it a lot so I won’t neglect. I love you. I love you. I love you.
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