The Best Gift Ever

It is almost midnight.

Standing in front of the mirror way too late, drying your hair because the morning is too crazy getting kids ready for camp. And work is long. And it is mid summer hot, the humid blanket of a Pennsylvania July.

I watch you and I think about all the times I’ve watched you get ready. I think about our first Valentine’s Day, handing you a necklace I’d saved up for from Zales, feeling that crazy pounding in my chest that only comes with doing something right.

I think about the you I’d met when she was seventeen. I can see her now, see her eyes and her feline smile. I think about old cars and part time jobs, going to the movies because Saturdays weren’t anything. Walking around the mall and window shopping for stuff for our first house.

I think about the moment I knew I’d propose and the moment you’d said yes. I think about our wedding and our honeymoon in Mexico, laying on a bed on the beach as blue waters rolled in the distance.

I think about the times you’d told me we would be having a child, about all the work you’d done carrying the boys, about how you’d changed and the glimmer of hope in your eyes because this was something you were born to do.

I think about the family members we’d lost over the years. I think about the miscarriage and the feeling of heartbreak. I think about holding you and sinking in that sorrow, standing in the cemetery listening to the remembrance service and wondering why us.

I think about our dreams, the ones we’ve done and the ones we’ve yet to do.

You ask me to talk more. Sometimes my voice fails. So I go to words.

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In a few days it will be your birthday. I may not have cool things to give you, but I can build with words and here’s my shot.

You are the strongest person I know. You have the biggest heart. You’ve taken our traumas and I’ve watched them paint your soul and, every morning, I see you get up and do it again.

You are an amazing mother and a stunningly beautiful woman. You still freeze my heart every day the first time our eyes meet.

Our boys look up to you, they look like you. The moments when you laugh with them I see the imprint of your soul on theirs, I see your eyes in their eyes and your heart in their hearts and it makes me proud because you are so much easier with love and compassion than I am.

You’ve taken a kid you met when he was sixteen and taught me what it meant to grow up, to open up and be a husband. You’ve taught me about being a father. I’m blessed by your patience, honored by your love and survive through your sense of humor.

You hold this family together. You hold this house together. You hold our souls together. I know, in the years to come, when the boys have their own families they will talk about these days. They’ll tell stories about playing in the back yard and riding their bikes to the playground. They’ll talk about watching America’s Funniest Videos on Sunday nights.

They’ll talk about mom calming their fears, helping them feel better, giving the best hugs and packing the best lunches in the morning.

They’ll talk about camping, about holidays, summers and winters. They’ll talk about the little place they grew up in. They’ll hold their wives up to you, so get ready.

Things haven’t been perfect. But, you know what? We weren’t meant for perfect. We were meant to be fighters, to survive in the moments we didn’t think we’d make it through. We were meant to hold hands on the couch at night. We were meant to be able to speak to each other in silence.

Because, next to you, is the only spot I’m truly at peace.

And I can’t tell you how much that means. Someday, I’ll find the words.

You are an amazing wife, an awesome mom, and you are my hero.

I love you.

For My Wife or What I Learned Standing in Line at Ulta


By the time to you read this, you’ll have the gift card in hand.  The boys will be watching a movie and you’ll probably see this alert as you’re playing a game of Word Chums on your cell phone.

This morning the line at Ulta was barely moving and, as Aiden watched YouTube videos on my phone, I had a revelation and some things I needed to tell you.

First, I’m sorry for the pressure. Sorry for the days of crazy kids and a living room that will never stay clean.  It is okay, trust me. The battle will continue and, for a few years, never have a winner. You do your best and I don’t tell you enough how much that means us.

Second, I’m sorry for the pressure. I’m sorry that beauty products cost so much and you can’t flip through an internet page without getting blasted with images trying to convince you that you aren’t perfect, trying to hold you up to the standard of the current celebrity or fitness model of the minute.

You are perfect to me.

Thank you for being an amazing wife and mother. I remember the girl I met when she was just a teenager and told me that I had a nice haircut across the registers at the local grocery store where we worked.  That conversation changed my life fifteen years ago and, from there, we’ve had eight years of marriage and two amazing children.

Thank you for tolerating me and the boys, when the line between them and me seems a little too thin. Thank you for working nights at the salon after a full day with Aiden and, somehow, coming home with a smile on your face.

Thank you for changing my life.

You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I love you.