52,567 Hours Together and Counting...

Dear Hubs,

I write quite often on this blog about the parts of our life together with which I think people can identify- the bickering, the shoes that never seem to make their way into the shoe basket, and of course, the ZOOBAS.

But there's one thing I never write about and that's how much we love each other and how well we get along. I think it's partly because I'm afraid of jinxing it and partly because, well, just as most of us secretly think our children are the cutest, brightest, funniest kids ever created, I actually think our marriage is the best marriage in the history of wedded bliss, and I'm not sure repeating that again and again on this blog will go over so well.


I wish I could say that our relationship is one for the ages because I'm, like, the best wife, but the truth of the matter is that you're mostly responsible. You are so devoted to me and to your children that you literally spend all of your non-working time with us. It's obvious to everyone that we are your hobby, we are your outside interests, we are your obsession. And I am so, so very lucky to have a husband who feels that way about his family.


Maybe that explains why you do nothing but give of yourself 24-7. You coach six girls soccer teams, just to spend time with your daughters. You stay up late to make sure your teenagers get home safely and then you get up early with Bruiser the next morning to give me a break. You schedule appointments and take the girls to them whenever you can. You watch the little ones so that I can get my writing assignments done. You play with the kids whenever you get a spare second, whether it's 5:30am or 10:30pm. You take the older girls to movies and plays. And you work 50 hours a week. You are amazing.


And even beyond all of that, you make time for me. You plan awesome date nights and until recent circumstances made them impossible, spectacular annual honeymoon trips. You call me on the phone and e-mail during the day to stay connected. You patiently listen to all of my stories, many of which concern people you don't even know. You stay up late with me almost every night to chat or watch a movie. You are my best friend and my number one supporter, hands down. I feel so fortunate to say I'm even more in love with you and more attracted to you than I was the day we married. And that's saying something.


That day was six years ago today, on the banks of a mirror-like river in Elgin, Scotland. During the ceremony, the sun shone down on us from between the clouds in a storybook sky, the light changed, the air became magnetic... We both felt it, and I had the oddest feeling as we said our vows that the veil between heaven and earth parted just for a moment, and that ours truly was a union before God. I felt closer at that moment to knowing why I am here on this earth than I have before or since.


You have given me an incredibly loving and clever and vibrant little family, you have given me the time and space to learn to write, you have let me stay home and raise our children without ever complaining, even though it has meant that we've had to go without a lot of things we've wanted. Best of all, you have given me you. All of you. And I love you for it. Probably more than you'll ever know.

Happy 6th anniversary, Hubs. Here's to many, many more.

I love you,

Lindsay