My dearest husband, my love for you has changed. Our 8th anniversary has come and gone recently and I realize now that my love for you is so different from when we first got married. Eight years ago I would swoon over flowers and being whisked away for a fancy dinner and a night on the town. You would bring me home chocolate when I had a bad day at work. I appreciated and adored everything you did.
Well that was then, and this is now. I sit here and write this while I watch you play games on your computer and I am being climbed on like a human jungle gym. I long for 10 minutes where I don’t have a child climbing on me. I can’t even escape to the bathroom without a cat at my feet, a baby trying to climb up my leg, and a 6 year old knocking on the door asking me for help finding the toy she had 2 seconds prior. I understand that you work all day and when you get home you just want to relax, but some days I need a break too. Some days I envy that you get to leave the house and go to work all day. I know I chose to be a stay at home mom, but there are days that I am sure I am not qualified for this job. I know your job is stressful, but mine can be too.
With all that being said 8 years later I am still madly in love with you. It’s a different kind of love. I adore the days you come home with pizza so I don’t have to cook. The times you offer to clean the house if I take the kids to the park. I fell in love with the father you have become to our children. There are days that I sit back and just observe. I see our 6-year old excited to show you her latest art project and our 1-year old toddle over to you yelling Dada as soon as you walk in the door. These are the days I live for. These are the times that make my heart melt 1,000 times over. It’s the simple things now that I adore and appreciate. So yes, my love for you has changed, but it has also grown immensely. My dearest husband, you are still my rock, don’t ever change.