Cue mushy post. I have to brag on my better half a little. Most days being a working mom is incredibly tough.Trying to balance a job, a baby, a civic life, a social life, and a home can be exhausting. And there are many days I feel I am doing a terribly inadequate job at all of it.
And then my amazing husband will notice the laundry is put away or tell me how awesome of a mom I am or remind me how much he loves me. Those moments when he reminds me I am capable, adequate, and doing a great job are precious. They are fuel to keep going. He is a hard worker. And yet, he consistently makes us a priority. And oh does he love Mister H. Perhaps my favorite thing in the whole world is watching him play with H. The two of them are best buds.
Not only is he a wonderful husband and father, he is my biggest cheerleader. When I come home exasperated or frustrated with my big dreams, he is always the one who tells me to pick up my boots and get to work. He refuses to let me give up or throw in the towel. He is the constant in my crazy and when I feel I can’t do it, he is the one who stops me and tells me I can and I will. I am convinced if it were not for him so much of the life I lead would look so different. God knew what He was doing when my life intersected with a boy from southern Indiana. He knew I needed someone who would dream bigger than I could and push me to think outside the box.
He is the constant reminder to seek God and put Him first. He tells me often he is praying for me. I am sure a blessed girl!
So today, thanks babe. Thank you for always believing in me, for loving me and H, for supporting me, and for cheering me on. Thank you for always reminding me I am super mom and doing a good job. And most importantly, thank you for praying for me and for pointing me to Christ. You are my favorite.
