Sometimes I look at you and I don’t see you.
I see the dishes left on the kitchen counter instead of being put in the dishwasher.
I see the DIY jobs that you keep telling me you’ll do “at some point”.
I see the piles of laundry, the messy house, the unfinished jobs.
I don’t see the tiredness in your eyes from the hard work you do to provide for your family.
I don’t see the way our girls’ eyes light up when you walk through door.
I don’t see the things that you do, just those that you didn’t do.
I forget the man who made me the happiest girl in the world the day he asked me to marry him.
I forget the man who stood next to me at the altar and promised to be there for better, for worse.
I forget the man who looked deep into my eyes and helped give me strength when I gave birth to our beautiful children.
And then once in a while, I open my eyes and see you clearly once again.
I see the man I first fell in love with as clearly as if someone turned the pages of time backwards for just a moment.
I see the man who has seen my darkest moments, but still manages to see the best in me throughout.
I see the man who has so much love to give and whose family are the most important thing in his life.
I remember the little thoughtful things that you do every single day.
I remember the times you have been there for me, for us – being a rock to hold onto in the storms of life and a shoulder to cry on when it all gets too much.
I remember all the million and one things I love about you.
There are times when I take you for granted.
There are times when we don’t communicate as well as we should.
There are times when married life feels like a battleground.
But there are many more times when we walk in step together.
Those times when we realise how well we work as a team.
Those times when everything falls into place and life just feels right.
Sometimes I look at you and I see you – my hubby, my partner, my soulmate.