Because You Are Perfect the Way You Are…

And by ‘perfect’ I don’t mean that you’re a perfect person. God knows nobody’s perfect.

By ‘perfect’ I mean that you have been given and have in you everything you need to do the stuff and be the person you want to be. I get a little sad when you go through these moments of complete upset about yourself. I never know what to say to you to convince you that despite the imperfections you see about your appearance or about your skills as a mom or about whatever else it is that you obsess over at times (by the way–we ALL obsess over some things sometimes), that you are perfect for the job you’ve been given, namely wife, mom, sister, friend.

We all have things we can work on, but as we get better, we can appreciate where we are. If we want to lose weight, we can be content with our lives but work hard to drop some lbs. If I want to get better at being a sales weasel, I can enjoy my job while I work the kinks out.

I see you, sweetie, as the woman for me. Regardless of anything you think about what I think or every have thought in my life, I can’t imagine life without you. You are perfect for me. You are perfect for our kids. Might we make some mistakes along the way? Yes. Will we get better? Hells yeah.

I love you!

Because You Look Really Good in that Falcons T-Shirt

I hope I’m not speaking out of turn, but you had one of those rough weekends. The kind where your self-talk includes ‘I’m too fat’ self-talk’, and that’s about it.  You’re not, by the way. You look way cute, all of the time.

When in particular, you might ask?

Well, this weekend in particular.  You had that cool combo of the baby-dollish (I hope I’m correct in what I’m calling that) Falcons t-shirt (the weathered one) with your long-sleeve white t-shirt underneath. For some reason, I love it when you wear that. And your tush was easy on my eyes in those jeans.

I think I know why I like that particular outfit, but we can discuss that later. Let’s just say you look like what you are: a cute, young mom who I’m blessed to have as my wife. Actually, why I like it is because you look like a hot young mom.  So, thank you. 🙂

 

Because She Is Beautiful

As much as I grow to appreciate more and more the character of my wife and the way she handles situations and the fact that she endures a lot as a Stay At Home Mom, I’d be remiss if I didn’t highlight the fact that I just think she’s beautiful.

When we first met, I was struck by her sweet, soft beauty. She embodies the best of ‘pretty.’ Low make-up, light freckles, nice skin, bright smile. Cute figure, to be sure, and killer legs. She’s not your runway beauty, but the girl-next-door that you love to hang out with after the other kids go home from playing hide-n-seek.  Often just a little unsure of herself, she has never carried herself with any aloofness or cockiness.

She has a beauty that makes you feel at home. I feel at home with her and love being close to her.

Because She Keeps Herself Together

Despite what she says, ‘I’m fat, I’m ugly, I’m this, I’m that.’ I think she’s beautiful. She keeps herself together. She takes care of herself. She gets a walk in when she can. She doesn’t sit around with 1/2 gallons of ice cream (or whatever they’ve shrunk to) and shovel it in her face: “I’ll wait for Friday to have a drink or to have an ice cream sundae.” Sure she struggles with a sweet tooth in weak moments, but who doesn’t struggle with something at various weak moments?

She keeps herself together–for the kids, for me, for herself. I know it’s not always easy, but I love her for it.

Because She Has Nice Freckles

Luckily, nobody will probably read this except for me until I decide to let my wife know that this blog exists.

One of the sweetest things about my wife’s particular brand of prettiness is her freckles. She has nice fair skin to set off some faint freckles. Sometimes when she sleeps I’ll try to connect some dots. Actually, they look prettiest in that early morning light while she’s still asleep.

In addition to the way they look, it might be that her freckles also speak to her girlyness a little bit. By girlyness, I don’t mean a preoccupation with the color pink and all things cosmetic. It’s more about her simplicity and her innocence and truthfulness. Those things sometimes aren’t as present with me, so I do appreciate them in her so much.