I only resent Brady a little for being younger than me 😘 Only about two months, but still. He’s lucky I still love him.
I’m obviously being completely sarcastic. Its quite the contrary, in fact. I am so lucky he still loves me.
Its not been an easy year at all. Its been a beautiful year, but we’ve had our big challenges, and I know I’ve not always been a peach. But that man LOVES me with a fierce husband love, and I know it.
Maybe about a week ago, I lost my mind in the evening. I. Screamed. At. Everyone. I yelled at each kid, and then I turned, and yelled at my husband.
*sigh*
IT SUCKED.
I watched him puff up a little, and the deflate, and take it. He watched my eyes while I yelled at him, in front of our kids, and didn’t interrupt or defend himself. Not once.
I stormed out of there, raving mad, and completely horrified at who I was and what I was doing. I stormed back in shortly thereafter and started basically shouting an apology. (Ya, it was like a suuuuuper fail, I know.) I finally fizzled into a shaking, weeping mess, and my humble husband wrapped me up and held me while I cried. Because he knew I was struggling, and that I was doing it wrong. All wrong. And he chose to forgive me quickly, because that’s what love is supposed to look like. Love doesn’t look like what I was doing, and I knew that. But I failed, and he still loved me. And continues to.
Brady, you still give me butterflies. Not even just saying it for the blog. I love when you come home from work, because I love being with you. You’re my best friend! I know we have stretches of struggle but I feel so good with you as my partner in life. You’re just getting better with age ❤️
Thank you for taking me as I am, and hearing my heart, even when I fail. I love you so much, with that fierce wifey love.
Happy birthday. Welcome to 31. I’ve been waiting for you.