It’s been one of those weeks, so please bear with me.
I’m feeling guilty.
I work in Manhattan and have a 2 hour each-way commute. For those of you who are slow with math (like yours truly) that’s a 4 hour commute every day, without counting any train delays. So obviously, I get home super later during the week.
That means my amazing, handsome, smart and talented husband cooks, cleans and does laundry for us the entire work week. I come home, eat what he has prepared, sit on the couch for like a half hour and go to bed.
AKA I’m the worst new wife ever. And I’m feeling guilty about it.
I know John understands, and he is very supportive of my career. When I’m home, I try to make up for my work-week lackings by cooking and keeping up with the apartment.
But there are times that I can’t help but feel like he deserves more.
I’m not sure how I can get over feeling this way, other than just showing him how much I appreciate all that he does for our little family of two. I thank God every day for bringing John into my life, making me smile and laugh whenever I’m feeling down, being up for adventure whenever I’m feeling restless and rubbing my feet when they hurt after wearing heels all day.
I’m one of the lucky ones.
You have no idea how much I appreciate everything you do. Every day I’m floored by the man you are. I never in my wildest dreams thought I’d marry you, the tall, dark and handsome boy I used to secretly stalk down our high school hallways. But all that said, here we are.
I thank God every day for you, for our life together. I’m grateful for our love story, for what we have right now, and for the future we are building together.
I hope to one day be the wife you truly deserve. For now I’ll continue being your best friend, biggest cheerleader and love-drunk fool. And I promise to love you with every fiber of my being, forever.