Not every
day is a good day but at the end of the day, even those bad days, I can still
see the future with you in it.
On those
bad days all I have to do is think about all the good things you do and my
heart is full of love again...
I think
about how nervous you were standing in front of everyone on our wedding day all
while wondering what was going through your head.
I think
about your giggles you couldn't stop when I told you we were having a baby then
watching as you ran to the bathroom to see for yourself.
I think
about you comforting me during my meltdown of being a "horrible mom"
cause I didn't wake up when our tiny baby cried - smiling at me and reassuring
me that it was ok, that I was tired and you took care of her and I knew then
that you would always be there because no matter how hard I try, I am not
Supermom.
I think
about you crawling out of Colleen's room on your hands and knees beckoning her
back into the kid filled room after she escaped so that I could have a purse
party without the kids.
I think
about the puppy dog look you give me when you know you messed up bad that
time. If I didn't know better I would
think you do that on purpose because I cant stay mad looking at a face like
that.
I think about
you jumping up and down with your fists clenched imitating one of my hissy
fits.
I think
about the many stories I have been told by others of how you have made a
difference in their lives, the kind things you have done that you didn't have
to do.
I think
about the father you are; while you may not be the perfect father, you make it
really hard to find the imperfections and I could not think of a better person
to be the father of my children.
Most of
all I think about how you hold me when I have a bad day, knowing there is
nowhere safer then right there in your arms.
The thing
I want you to remember is although there are bad days sometimes, on those bad
days I still know YOU are THE ONE for me.
Happy
Birthday Honey! I am thankful for being able to spend this GREAT day with you!
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