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A Letter to my Husband for Mother's Day

Dear Hardworking Husband,

Thank you for the sacrifices you make. Thank you for working many more than 40 hours each week so that I can be home and be present with our daughter.  Thanks for taking sandwiches for lunch instead of going out with the guys, rarely buying new dress clothes, and not indulging your desire for Dunkin coffee.

Thanks for partnering with me. You have every right to sprawl out on the couch when you get home, but you often choose to play, work in the yard, fix something or all of the above. Thanks for not only being a hands-on dad and an employee, but also a plumber, electrician, lawn care expert, car mechanic, and so much more.

Thank you for being patient with me. Thanks for letting me vent and complain, even when it's about you! Thanks for giving me breaks when you sense I need them.

Thanks for acknowledging the seriousness of my job and never making me feel "less than." Thanks for actively listening to me share the details of our day, which probably sound quite trivial compared to yours. Thanks for giving me your input when I ask for it, but trusting my judgment as well.

Thanks for encouraging me to relax when I can and thanks for having more realistic expectations of me than I have of myself.

Thank you for inviting me to live my dream - not only of staying home with my daughter, but staying home with OUR daughter. I love this life God has given us to share.

- Me




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