When I tell you that I love you I mean I love you for you, that funny,irrepressible you that hides sometimes behind layers of flippancy or Dad jokes.
I don’t just love you for the way you look, although of course that’s always been a part of it, that cute smile that drew you to my gaze.
I don’t just love you for what you can do for me although you do countless things for me every day and every week, month in and month out. Some things I take notice of and some I regret to say I probably take for granted.
I love you because you’re kind, to me and to other people. I love the way you go out of your way to help others sometimes. I love the way you father our children, the way you make them laugh or teach them to swim or read them Lord of the Rings endlessly.
You are a good man. You have been a good husband and I am proud to be your wife.
When we first began, even when we first married I was full of fear because I knew from childhood experience that love is not always enough to keep people together.
I came from a broken home. You did not. At times I worried for us. Who would teach us to navigate the difficult areas of life?
When we would first argue I would fall back on old habits and tell you to go. You would clear your head but resolutely stick by me.
We have weathered our storms. No more and no less than others perhaps but the things that might have broken us have not.
We have 5 wonderful children. It’s just that one lives in Heaven for now. And I want to tell you honestly despite our hard times I have always been glad you are mine.
I am so proud of you and the man you are, have been and are becoming.
I pray that God will continue to knit our married lives together because I have to say you are still my favourite person to be with and spend time with.
I love you honeybun.