Monday, December 12, 2011

I love you more. :-)

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:

Karen said...

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!

Usemeplz said...

Great poetry, I really like it!!