A Letter to My Husband on Father’s Day

Dear Husband,

Thank you.  You probably don’t hear it enough from me.  Today I am feeling so grateful for having you to “do life” with me.  You have a way of making problems disappear.  You put stressful situations into perspective; you are the calm to my storm.  

Today has been a busy Father’s Day for you–moving this morning wasn’t an ideal way to spend our Sunday.  Another house.  A lot more stuff.  A wife and two kids who are all three pretty useless moving things… And then tonight, as you left to play in the park with Ale, I felt my heart swell with happiness.  Your girls love you so much, and I know that there is little you wouldn’t do for them.  

 
I never expected to meet you when I came to Mexico.  I came to bask in my singleness–to regain my power.  I had no idea that you were waiting for me.  You exceed my expectations daily, and I say a silent prayer of thankfulness to have you around me.  You make me a better person with your constant support and guidance.

  

I realize that it is a sacrifice to stay home with the baby again, and I am so grateful!  She is building a relationship with you, and every guy she dates will be held up next to you for comparison.  Furthermore, I leave my babies knowing they gave the best care that anyone could give.   Josie will grow up like Ale: loving her “pops” more than anyone, begging to “hang out” with him instead of sleeping, and one day soon, she’ll greet you with a “Happy Fadder’s Day!”

  
So today, Fadder’s Day, I want to say thank you, my love.  Thank you for your positivity, your strength, and your wisdom. Happy Father’s Day to you.

Love always,

Your esposa

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First Day Back!

Today was my first day back at work.  I’ve been asked all day, “How are you feeling?”  And then I get the weirdest looks when I answer, “Oh, I’m fine!” in a cheerful tone of voice.  I know what they’re expecting.  I’ve heard them all year from my friends who head to work after maternity leave.  And honestly, if my husband wasn’t the world’s best daddy, you would hear the same thing from me.

Today was horrible.

I know you’re thinking, “But you just said you were fine!?”

Today was horrible, but the best part was leaving my baby.  (Now I am really not going to win Mom of the Year…)

Going back in a classroom that hasn’t been your own for three months is tough.  Those kids are mine.  These things are mine.  That desk is mine.  But why is everything all out-of-place?  Why do the desks have all this junk in them?  Why is my desk so tidy? (haha)  Worst of all: why am I having to remind my kids what I expect?

Oh, I know the answer to that…  And I keep telling myself, it’s not that you’ve been gone–it’s that summer is right around the corner!!  (34 work days left…)

And then there was the pumping breast milk while sitting on a child-size chair in a closet where things have been “stored” for the last 8 months.  Let me tell ya, nothing says, “Come on, let-down!” like staring at all of the things you need to clean, get rid of, and organize.

On the to-do list for tomorrow: Block the vent at the bottom of the door.  Apparently, the teacher spending 20 minutes in a closet makes second graders pretty curious.