Seems so fitting that our marriage is all grown up this year. Eighteen years we’ve been married today. I can say without any reservation that you are the best husband I could have ever asked for.
We will spend this day heading back home from our trip out west. The day before we left was my lowest energy day so far. I should have been packing. Instead you came home from work, cooked dinner, made sure all the kids bathed, weed whacked the yard, packed for you and the kids, did laundry, cleaned the car and washed dishes. I’m forgetting things. You did all the things that I would do plus all the things you would do. You are so able. I am comforted at how much you could do this without me. And it terrifies me that you could do this without me.
I want to outlive this cancer so I can love you the way you have taught me to love. To serve you when you need it most. I want you to know how wonderful it is to be married to someone like you.
You know this, but you make me laugh more than anyone in the world. Even if you weren’t so capable, you’d be the funniest person I know.
You never say no to me. Always yes. Always trusting. Always wanting my happiness above yours.
When we are out, and now that I am bald, I have a new appreciation for you. It feels like you are my covering. My safety. I don’t need anything quite like I need you.
Thank you for kissing my head and telling me I’m beautiful.
I love you, Brent. You are my perfect husband.