Life201
04-16-2003, 03:00 PM
My husband was the first person who truly taught me what love was about. He was the first who could make me laugh through my tears and he always made my heart melt with just a look. He still does.
But I get so caught up in day to day life, work, being a mommy, taking care of the home, making dinner, the dog, the yard, and everything else that goes along with being a responsible adult/ wife/ mother/ etc, I don’t take care of my husband like I used to when we didn’t share all the duties and obligations we now have.
I love my husband with all my heart and I don’t always show him and let him know what he means to me, how much I love him and how much I need him.
He’s the best father I’ve ever known, and he treats me as good as gold. He loves to play and laugh and joke around, and I’m not always as playful and I’m not as kind as I could be.
I know we all lose some of that regard for each other, but I do love him and respect him and he means the world to me. I love to roll over in the night and curl up against his body – we’ve always fit so well together – and kiss his back where his skin is so soft and feel his warm body against mine, with my arm wrapped all the way around his body. Sometimes he even wakes up, briefly, enough to mumble or to hold my hand in his. That’s a little piece of Heaven.
What I often forget is that every day, every look, every moment with him is a piece of Heaven and a blessing and I need to remember that much more often. I’m very lucky to have such a wonderful man in my life.
But I get so caught up in day to day life, work, being a mommy, taking care of the home, making dinner, the dog, the yard, and everything else that goes along with being a responsible adult/ wife/ mother/ etc, I don’t take care of my husband like I used to when we didn’t share all the duties and obligations we now have.
I love my husband with all my heart and I don’t always show him and let him know what he means to me, how much I love him and how much I need him.
He’s the best father I’ve ever known, and he treats me as good as gold. He loves to play and laugh and joke around, and I’m not always as playful and I’m not as kind as I could be.
I know we all lose some of that regard for each other, but I do love him and respect him and he means the world to me. I love to roll over in the night and curl up against his body – we’ve always fit so well together – and kiss his back where his skin is so soft and feel his warm body against mine, with my arm wrapped all the way around his body. Sometimes he even wakes up, briefly, enough to mumble or to hold my hand in his. That’s a little piece of Heaven.
What I often forget is that every day, every look, every moment with him is a piece of Heaven and a blessing and I need to remember that much more often. I’m very lucky to have such a wonderful man in my life.