This man, he is my heart. Our children have pieces of my heart, but he is the other half that makes it whole. The man I’ve prayed for all my life. The best father, husband, and friend I ever could’ve imagined spending the rest of my life with. His presence calms my soul, puts my mind at ease, and makes even the darkest of days brighter.
I don’t even need to see his face to know the love that resides in his eyes. That special look that is reserved only for me. The one that makes my knees buckle, my heart flutter, and still gives me butterflies after almost 10 years together.
Every day when he walks back into our home after endless hours of work he’s all in. He changes diapers, wipes boogers, kisses boo boos, and helps carry my load. He spends his evenings picking up my broken pieces and glueing them back together again; pushing aside his worries to calm my fears and riding the roller coaster of grief by my side. He wraps me up tight and reminds me that we are in this together; that our love is the answer.
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