I’ve never really been good at remembering dates, but in the days coming up to this, our 15th wedding anniversary, I’ve been thinking about our life together so far.
15 Years is a lot of life to share, it’s about a third of our lives so far, and, by far, the best.
People that know us often comment on how amazing you are and they’re completely right, you are.
I love how you supported and cherished me through infertility, never giving up on me, even though I sometimes did.
I love that you respect me, even though we may not always agree. The feeling is entirely mutual.
I love that you see past all the railway tracks on my body that are the result of 2 pregnancies, of which one resulted in a rather large set of twins.
I love that you sometimes let me have things my own way, even though you must, at the time, know that I’m not making the right decision. And that you never, ever say “I told you so”.
I love how you are with our kids. That you are the (more) active listener of the two of us. That you WANT to spend time with us.
I love that we are always, ALWAYS, your first priority.
I love that you are forever talking to the kids and, oftentimes, are better able to get a point across to them. That I’m safe in the knowledge that you will back me up, even though we might not always agree.
I love that we share a love for music and books and good food and that we can foster that same love within our kids.
I love that you know when I need to talk and when I need space and that you never, never make me feel bad for needing either.
I love how I can rely on the fact that we always, together, make a plan, no matter what challenges we are presented with.
I love how you just get on with it, when I sometimes want to take a moment (or a day, or a week) to whine and feel sorry for myself. Or when the Dark Dog of Depression lurks in my shadow.
I love that you make sure our lives tick over without drama, kids’ schedules and meals sorted when I am often running around in circles in my head.
I love that you are living the best example of being a good man (and just generally a decent human being) to our son and daughters, that this will enable them to not compromise or underestimate their own worth as they grow older.
I love your sense of humour, your joy, it’s contagious.
But mostly, I love that you’re my anchor. That, no matter which crazy plan I hatch or how mad things are or sad or happy I am, you’re always there, the constant in my life.
Lief jou xx