Dear Husband, I Loved You First

I know it feels like they need me for everything right now because they do. I know you feel sometimes you have to fight for my attention. Most days there just isn’t enough of me to go around. Believe me, I wish there were more!

But the absolute best thing we can do for our children is to let them watch our love. I think this is where some marriages go wrong. They forget that they loved each other first and then when their kids are gone, they don’t know one another anymore. I get it. It’s easy to do.

It’s really hard to do on the days when I look like a character out of an animated movie. That’s even after I run to the bathroom real fast before you get home and smear lipstick across my lips. It’s hard for them to watch our love those times in restaurants when we’re just trying to not make a scene. When you catch the flying toys and I catch the food. Man, we’re a good team! It’s hard when I’m passing goldfish to the back seat and we’re screaming conversation over sibling wars. It’s hard for them to watch our love when we try to cuddle on the couch but before we know it someone either face planted off the other one, or someone’s feet are climbing on top of us.

But those seconds when I steal a kiss before you walk out the door. Or the moments in between chaos when I nestle up close and breathe you in. Those moments are everything. When everyone is asleep and the only sound in the house is the sound machines through the monitors, when we lay in bed cuddled up, pouring out our hearts. Those are now my favorite. When you still hold my hand and you give me space to dream and push me when I’ve lost the courage. When you tell me over and over how thankful you are for all I do.

 

Really, I’m the thankful one. You are a treasure. A perfect gift. One I often take for granted. You are patient and kind. You are selfless. You are the hardest working man I know. I can’t imagine doing this life with anyone else but you. I guess I just want you to know that I see you. And it might not always seem this way. I realize you often get the last of me. The tired, messy, short-tempered last of me, but I love you first. You’re still my favorite.

You see, these little ones that need so much from us right now, won’t be little forever. They’re already growing so much faster than we’d like. One day, we’ll have a Friday night when we don’t need a babysitter and I’ll get to listen to every new recruit our team has signed. I’m sure I’ll go on and on about some crazy idea I have and you’ll shake your head and tell me to go for it. And then these years, the ones we’re living, will be only memories.

It’ll be just us again. And we’ll be talking about the way Selah used to say “posgot” or the way Micah covered his mouth when something was really funny. We’ll remember how dog tired we were. And we’ll miss these days (maybe not the tired part). We’ll miss the sacred time we steal away to be together. We’ll miss stealing those kisses during Sofia or flirting in the kitchen. But these moments, of us loving each other first, will be the ones that shape our love forever.

So I’ll finish cleaning up downstairs, and you put that one to bed. She’s going to ask you for two more stories and probably some more lemonade. Remember… just stay no. You might get the very last of me, and we’ll probably both fall asleep. But let’s watch that new show. Let me lay my head on your chest and let’s soak each other in. Hold my hand because pretty soon, all too soon, the sun will rise, and we’ll be responsible for shepherding two sweethearts.

You are everything to me.

loved you

 

Both now and forever.


Jessica Satterfield
Jessica Satterfieldhttp://gracewhilewewait.com
Jessica has seen the goodness of God in the midst of the heartbreak of infertility and the joys of adoption. It’s been the invitation found in the hard, where she has found deep intimacy with Father God. Mama to three through the gift of adoption and foster care by day, and blogger by night. Her days aren’t busy, but rather full, the very best kind. You can find her curled up on the couch with good coffee and her littles or speaking to groups of women all over the nation. Both are amazing, but home is where her heart is.

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