Dear Hubs,
I am sorry.
Why am I saying sorry? Yes, I know we did not have a big ole’ fight…yet, still…I am sorry. What am I sorry for you ask?
Well…
That more often than not, my hairy legs resemble a tigers back…
That most days you see me in gym clothes, a.k.a. stay-at-home-mom uniform…
That on the rare occasions that I do get dressed into “real clothes,” they are typically the same three outfits on rotation…
That I typically smell like poop, vomit, boogers or just “yuck”…
That I have not wore a “real bra” in five years…
That my hair is almost always in a ponytail…
That sometimes I am already in my pajamas and make-up free by the time you arrive home…
But, there are a few things that I am not apologizing for.
I am not sorry…
that I put our children first…
that I get to love on our baby when her crying cuts my shower and shaving session short…
that wearing my gym clothes means that I am spending quality time playing and getting messy with our three children…
that I am meeting all of our children’s needs even if it means neglecting some of my own..
that my chest may resemble more of a valley than a peak these days, but that at least all three kiddos received an adequate amount of mommy’s milk…
that I now care less about what other people think of appearance and more about the person I am on the inside…
that sometimes being in my cozy clothes means that I am content staying inside my happy home.
Things sure have changed since we met back in 2006. We’ve grown up, our appearances have changed, our jobs have changed and where we call home has changed more than once. We’ve gone from one beautiful baby, to two, to three — and through it all, our love for one another has stayed constant.
Still Hubs, I am sorry — sorry that our lives and relationship have turned out different than expected…
….its even better isn’t it?!?!
Love,
The Wifey
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