Dear husband, Wow. I can’t believe it’s been 2 years. It feel like it’s been 2 million. Ha! But in all seriousness, thank you. Thank you for loving me in spite of my imperfections. Thank you for being understanding when once a month I cry about anything, everything and NOTHING all at the same time.
Thank you for doing the yard work, I don’t mind doing the inside stuff. Thank you for embracing the fact that I burn frozen pizza. Thank you for sending me flowers just because. And of course for our beautiful son.
Also, thank you for not judging me if I eat said burnt pizza anyways (the whole thing), or an entire bag of White Cheddar Popcorn in one sitting. And for adjusting smoothly to my sick addiction to eyeshadow palettes and perfume samples… That reminds me, thank you for letting me turn the kitchen table into a vanity. Eating in the livingroom isn’t so bad 😉 But seriously… thank you for pushing me to do my best, and for believing in me even when I don’t believe in myself… and for loving me even when I don’t love myself. There certainly isn’t such a thing as a fairy tale end, and we do our share of bickering, but thank you for being a good man that loves me, that knows when to compromise, that can say sorry if a sorry needs to be said, that considers me and my feelings as much as possible and that always, always, always puts our family unit as a whole first. I love you so much, Michel. Thank you for just being you. P.S. I’d really like the 6 month sub to Petit Vour. K, Thanks. – Your Wife