There has been a subtle shift (or maybe not so subtle to you) in our marriage since February. I was the boss. I took care of the finances, scheduled appointments, dealt with insurance as needed, had our meals planned out(more or less), and generally made shit run smoothly because that's just my personality. I took charge and you let me.
But when our world came crashing down and I broke into a million tiny pieces, you glued me back together. You cooked, cleaned, and took care of our child. You fed me, made me shower, and held my while I cried. You quelled my overwhelming sadness and let me grieve. You took care of bills that I couldn't make myself even acknowledge. You called the insurance company. You made grocery lists and shopping trips. You changed diapers and gave baths and YOU made shit run smoothly; you did this all while you tried to grieve, too.
Although I've picked up some of my slack, for some reason I still can't decide on something as simple as what to have for supper. We need a new car? You do the research on what's best for us. The barn roof gets obliterated? You deal with the aftermath. You still hold my hand and listen to me on my bad days, even though you've had a bad day, too.
What I'm trying to say is thank you. I can't imagine having to go through any of this without you. Thank you for being my partner and my best friend. I see everything you do for us, and I love you even more for it.
Gag, right?
And now as I sit on the couch writing this, you're dancing to Pony by Ginuine.
Thanks for being you.
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