On Wednesday night, I cried. Yep. I laid in my husbands arms and cried my little heart out. It felt great. Well, afterwards, at least. He had just finished telling me how he felt that I was an awesome mother, and a great wife, and how much he appreciates the work I put in to maintain our household, and raise our daughter. How he knows that it isn’t easy, and how he values me, and everything that I do. He told me that I am beautiful, and sexy, and smart, and kind. And he told me that he loves me. And I cried. Like a baby.
It’s not that this is the first time he has expressed this to me. It’s not like I don’t know these things. It touched me so much because his words were right on time. I’ve been feeling so overwhelmed. So weary, of everything. I was just tired. But somehow, those words just renewed me, and gave me life. It’s like…. I can handle it, I can do it all, because he sees the sacrifice, and he sees the work. Just knowing that my husband finds value in me, relies on me, loves me…..I just can’t explain the kind of energy that brings.
I complain sometimes, that i’m over-worked and under-appreciated. I’ll probably always have that complaint, to be honest. But, Im starting to realize that maybe feeling that way just comes with the territory of being mother and wife. I knew there would be tears, but I had no idea they would be coming from me!
I try so hard to be a superwoman, and it’s clear to me that my husband is doing his best to be my superman. We don’t always hit that mark. There are stresses, and frustrations, and a little sadness along the way. I’m just glad that we can see the others hard work. I’m just glad the journey isn’t, and hasn’t been, in vain.