be nice to my husband month

Tuesday, November 1st, 2016

Day ONE

 

My husband gets ready 30-45 minutes before I even get up in the morning. This morning, I awoke to him with his hand on my cheek and then baby bump and then back to my cheek. Maybe I was dreaming, but did he just sweep my hair out of my face? After a few moments of realizing he was present laying next to me, he spoke, “I love you.” I opened my eyes, and he’s staring at me. Maybe just for a minute, maybe it was five, but however long he had been there before I became lucid, it didn’t matter. He was there, touching me. “I love you, have a wonderful day.” He said. Then he was gone. I actually didn’t take really good note of that moment until I decided to write about it, hours later. I would have lived the day and probably forgotten the sweet gesture.

So often in the past few months, I’ve complained I don’t get enough attention and he isn’t present enough and he works too much. I know he does appreciate the little things, a lot, and it’s me that doesn’t notice him, or I complain about him because I’m unhappy about something within myself. November is his birthday month. And as a challenge to myself, I’ve decided to write something nice about him every day. Not for him. Not so everyone knows how wonderful he is, but so I can be a better wife.

I’ve been mean. Lately, (and I blame pregnancy a lot)…even though I shouldn’t…I’m full of complaints every single day…multiple times a day. “Put the trash bag on, help me with this, pick something up today, what did you DO today?!” So many more. And it’s not only about the words I say to him, but the way that I say them. My tone is full of anger, frustration and pure “I wish you would sleep on the couch” hate. It’s not my intent to be that person. I’m not that person to anyone else! It isn’t fair to him when I snap at him for not doing something because I’ve had a frustrating day.

Today, I appreciate his moments to start the day happy. He is so good at this. As I rolled myself out of bed, literally rolled, back aching, and body feeling as if it weighed three times as much as usual because of my 8 month pregnant belly, it was eased by the good feelings he left me in the morning. He’s good at those little moments, and today I notice them. He’s a great dad and a sweet husband.

 

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