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An Open Letter to my Husband

in Must Be Nice on July 23, 2016

So, I’ve been seeing these Marriage Challenges on the Facebook lately…people posting pictures for x-amount of days to boost other people’s interest in their own marriages, and that’s all fine and good.  You should boost morale within your marriage.  Go Team You.  But, the first thing I thought of when I saw the very first of those challenges come across my feed was a chain letter from seventh grade…way back in the day…maybe it’s just me…maybe it’s just my twisted and demented way of looking at the world.

That’s probably it.

Anyone who has read this blog for longer than a minute knows I have more than one or two screws that jiggle more than they should.  I definitely believe that the institution of marriage is suffering greatly, and desperately needs a booster shot.  If posting pictures for seven days on the Facebook will get couples remembering why they got married in the first place will help them down the path of reconciliation–so be it.  As for me, well, I’ve always been stubborn, always gone against the grain, and always marched to my own drummer.  Chances are you won’t see seven days of old pictures come across my feed, instead, here is what I would like to say to my husband that sometimes gets left unsaid in the busyness of life:

To The Man of my Dreams,

Yes…as silly as that sounds…you are the man of my dreams.  I had you drawn out in my mind from the time I was a little girl.  I may not have known exactly what you looked like, but I knew your character and your demeanor.  Thank you for putting up with me for almost twenty years.  Any sane person would have entered themselves into the Witness Protection Program by now, but you…you seem to not only enjoy my quirkiness, but encourage it.

You have shown me the world.  Yet as big as this world is, it has been the perfect size for the two of us as we have seen it together.  You wanted to marry me…me…out of all of the women who should have climbed mountains for you…you chose me.  I spent most of my life feeling alone, and on the outside of a window looking in.  You brought me inside, and allowed me to truly see myself.  Together we had three amazing children.  You are a wonderful father.  Everyday you show our children what it means to be a man simply by how you love their mother.

You provide for us.  I am exceedingly proud of you.  Since the day I met you, your ingenuity has inspired me.  In recent years, the economy has not cooperated, yet you persevere…each and every day…you persevere.  You always have a plan.  I believe in you.  I will stand beside you; no matter what.  You are the most intelligent man I have ever met.  People in all fields of business respect you because of your intelligence, but most of all because of your integrity.  You will not compromise your morals to make a dollar.  You always do the right thing, not the easy thing.

You are faithful.  Faithful is a loaded word.  I mean it both ways: You are faithful to God, and faithful to me.  Both qualities are extremely attractive.  You are the head of this household, and you do not take that responsibility lightly.  It is because of your faith in God, that you have kept our marriage bed sacred…which is a good thing, because that is one of my favorite places to be with you!  A letter to you would simply not be complete without complementing your wrestling skills.  Well done, Babe, well done.

You see the best in me.  I’m not sure how you pull this off.  You always see my potential.  You pushed me to go back to school and finish a degree I started when I was 18-years-old.  With you as my loudest cheerleader, I graduated in the top 10% of my class.  I have published two books.  You have allowed me to follow my dreams of speaking around the country to women’s groups.  You send me to conferences to better hone my writing skills because you believe in me as much as I believe in you.  Do you have any idea how good that feels?

You take care of me when I’m sick…not just a little sick, but sick.  You get really freaked out when I’m really out of commission, and you jump into action to make sure I get back on my feet pronto!  You do not take that kind of care for yourself.  You treat me as though I were a precious and irreplaceable commodity…something to be treasured.  Thank you.

You love me completely.  No second-guessing.  No hesitation.  Just love.

I know the last few months have been a living Hell.  Understand that I am your safe place, just as you have been mine.  I love you more today than I did when I married you.

XOXOXO,

Dallas

P.S.

To my Readers,

Might I encourage you to take some time today, and think about all the things you love about your significant other…write them down…it is never to late for a fresh start.