What I Love About You: A Letter To My Husband

There are things I’ve meant to say, not dramatic things, not urgent things. Just quiet truths that sit in the corners of my heart. I think you’ve felt them, maybe even known them. But I haven’t said them out loud. So I’m writing them here, in the place where I feel most like myself.

- I love the way you carry stress like it’s yours alone to bear, even when I wish you’d let me hold some of it.

- I notice when you get quiet, not the kind of quiet that asks for space, but the kind that’s trying not to take up any. I want you to know you’re allowed to take up space.

- I see how hard you try, even when you feel like you’re failing. You’re not.

- I love the way you make me laugh when I’m tangled up in my own thoughts. You don’t always know you’re doing it, but it’s one of my favorite things.

- I love how you see me for me. Not for what you want me to be.

- I love how you are so free spirited. I wish I could be as open and optimistic as you.

- I love how you always know how to bring my head out of the clouds. Even if I don't seem to like it.

- I love how encouraging you are when it comes to my hobbies, to therapy, and to my faith.

- I love how by simply being with you, I have become a stronger, healthier, more put together version of myself.

- And I love that you read this blog. That you look for me here. That you let me be soft and messy and real.

Please remember that you are loved in ways that don’t always make it into words. This is one of them.

And if (and when) you’re reading this, thank you for showing up. For me. For us. For all the quiet things.