I guess I have to accept most of the fundamentals about you, that in our practical lives I often forget. In our relationship, I'm the face, the breadwinner, the brains, the accountant, the communicator, the planner, and a lot of other things that pertain to the morale and richness of our lives. You're the practically talented one when it comes to maintaining our lives. You're great at cooking, sewing, repairing, organizing, and doing all of the millions of nitty-gritty physical necessities around the house that having a family of 5 brings.
Thank you for that.
I know that, in my earnest pursuit for the better and best, I sometimes ask you to stretch yourself and be more. I put the same expectations on you that I do for myself, but I realize I shouldn't. I can be hard on myself, but I should be gentle with you.
I'm sorry if I've expected too much of you at times; if I've given you the impression that I'm not content or happy with you; or if I've made you not feel like the amazing woman that you are. I'm sorry. I want to remind you on this special day that you are nothing short of the most amazing woman that I've ever met.
Thank you for being my wife, and for putting up with my over-glorified and often outrageous hopes and ideas for our future. Thank you for being my anchor that keeps my feet planted on the earth and for trying to understand my unorthodox thinking.
I love you, my wifey!
