A Letter To My Husband

5 years. Five years you’ve dealt with me. You’ve lifted me up. You’ve been my loudest cheerleader, my biggest supporter, and worst critic in order to push me to where I am today. Thank you will never be good enough. Giving you everything you could have ever hoped for will never be good enough. No words will ever tell you just how much I love you, am thankful for you, or just how truly appreciative I am of you and the life you’ve given me.

I never had the picture perfect family or childhood. It wasn’t Instagram worthy. It was messy. It was chaos. I was broken. But there you were; waiting with open arms to love me as I was. To mend my broken heart and put all of the pieces back together. You saved me from self-destruction. You showed me my worth. You held me when I was alone, hurt, and crying. When the world continued to chew me up and spit me out, tearing me down, you were there to pick me back up, dust me off, and pull my chin up high. You are my rock. You are my savior.

These last 5 years of marriage have been one hell of a ride. None of it was easy, but it was all worth it. You showed me unconditional love. You showed me what hard work and dedication gets you in life. You brought me into a family who grew to be like my own. You gave me the one thing I’ve always wanted most in my life; to be a mother. You were there through all the hormones, the tears, the late nights, early mornings, and everything in between. And to you, I am forever in debt.

There is no way I would have made it through life without you. God truly knew I needed you. He knew the exact right time to put you in my life to show me the light, and show me that there truly are good men out there. You have your flaws, and I have mine. But together, we compliment each other, and we fit together. You are my other puzzle piece. You are the yin to my yang. You are my person.

5 years down, and a million more to go my dear; or atleast a few more until I turn 40 and you trade me in for 2 20 year olds, but that’s a bridge we will jump over when we get there. To the moon and back my love.

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