I don’t talk about my husband very much on here. Sometimes I want to, but I end up not doing it.
The reason is kind of stupid, though.
The things I want to say about him are all good. Many of them are very good. My husband is a really great husband. And, no, I am not trying to butter him up.
The thing is, most mommy bloggers (and I do loathe that term) complain about their husbands.
And it is said that if a woman talks about how perfect her husband is, she is probably lying.
But that is the thing. My husband is not perfect. He is quite the opposite of perfect.
That is why I love him.
I do not love him in spite of the fact that he is not perfect. I love him because he is not perfect.
More specifically, I love him because I am not perfect and I know this. And I can forgive him for not being perfect.
And I love him because he loves me, even though I am not perfect.
Sometimes, and I know this will come as a shock, I can be difficult to live with.
When I am, and I realize it, and I apologize for hurting the person I love most in this world, he hugs me and says, “That’s okay. I love you. I am not always that easy to live with and you still love me.”
And I do.
So much that it hurts sometimes. But in a good way.
And I, literally, thank God every day for bringing us together.
Two imperfect people who can love each other through all our flaws.
