Monday, June 1, 2015
An Open Letter to My Obnoxious Wife
Dear Obnoxious Wife,
I wanted to write you an open letter to let you know exactly how I feel about you.
From the moment I walk through the front door at the end of my work day, I'm bombarded with hugs, kisses, and comments such as: "I love you", "How was your day?", and "What time would you like to eat dinner?" Just exactly who do you think you are? What about the occasional, "I'm thinking about taking Emerson out for a couple hours, would you enjoy some time to yourself?" Does it never end with you? How was I to know that I'd end up being the introvert in the family and need some alone time every once in a while? You noticed it as clear as day, and acted without hesitation.
I'll admit that I didn't know exactly what I'd be signing up for when I said those fateful words of "I do". But I know that I don't deserve this. How was I to know how much you'd infect me? How much you'd permeate and fix parts of me that I didn't even know were broken.
Your heart is too big.
I see the immense amount of compassion you have for others, how you relentlessly put other's needs before your own, even at the expense of your own discomfort or inconvenience. You just won't stop, will you? How many times do you need to see the smiling face of others, the kind words of thanksgiving before you're satisfied with doing beautiful things for those around you?
You're hurting my eyes.
In a world that's filled with darkness and filth, you hurt my eyes. Your words and actions shine so brightly that you illuminate everything you touch. Those you come into contact with don't even recognize how much you care and think of them.
Your prayers clearly go beyond the ceiling in our home. I'd dare say you're giving me plenty of practice patching all of the holes in our roof. Thanks a lot for that.
Oh, and thanks for being such a great mom. Anyone can see how much our child adores you. When he falls down and hurts himself (as every boy does), he'll run all around the house just to seek you out. And guess what, you're always there. I guess he must sense some sort of relief knowing that he's cared for, and loved so much.
So much love in this home.
Danae, you are the reason I smile...so much sometimes that my face hurts. Is it funny how occasionally it's the good things that cause physical pain? The laughter we've shared has led my stomach to ache.
You're the reason I dread having to stay late at work and why I rush to get things done. You're the reason I work hard to be more productive so that I don't have to lose any time with my family. You're the reason I have any drive to lead my family.
I don't deserve this, but I thank God that He saw fit to stick me with you.
Thanks a lot for eight years stuck in the same place with someone so wonderful.
You're my favorite,