
Thank you . . .
For being my best friend.
The one I would rather be with than anyone else.
For loving me in every bodily condition and mood.
I would have lost patience with me.
For being a better father to our children than I could have dreamed of.
You are consistent. Patient. Protective. Fun.
For doing dishes and changing diapers.
The help seems romantic these days. :-)
I love being your wife.
I love it more now than I did at the beginning.
I used to be ok with dying young.
But now I want to live as long as I can, loving you.
Your babies are the cutest . . . you still ok with the dozen? ;-)
I love you.
2 comments:
Glad to hear that you're not OK with dying young anymore! I always wanted you to stick around for a while 'cause I kind of love YOU! ~ Mom
Glad that you love your hubby so much and that you two work together so well!
Great poetry, I really like it!!
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