Story by Jacalyn Wetzel
Dear husbands, Thank you for showing up when we can’t. You scoop the poop, cut the grass and change the oil.
You hold a tool more than you hold a small hand, but you love with the same fierceness as your wife and she sees it.
She sees you come through the door dirty and sometimes defeated, but she also sees you beam with delight when the kids call your name before you can drop your stuff.
You work long hours, only to come home to a ‘honey do’ list a mile long. You stand in the gaps that we can’t fill. You pick up our slack when we’re overwhelmed.
You tell us we’re beautiful with spit up on our shirt and a three day old bun in our hair.
You steady the ship when it starts to sway. You take the lovable oaf narrative in stride while knowing it doesn’t apply to you. You do the hard parts when we can’t bare to look.
You’re a provider. Our helpmate. Our partner. Our lover. Our best friend.
You do your very best to show your family their value, and we want you to know, we see you, and we appreciate you.
We appreciate you coming to the rescue more often than not. Figuring things out, when neither one of us received a manual.
Seeing us at our worse and never judging. Loving us when we are having trouble loving ourselves.
Thank you for always seeing the best in us, even when we only focus on our flaws. You see us and we want you to know, we see you, too.
Signed,
The Wives
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