At the end of my beautiful days I crawl into bed. Typically I am wearing some form of Lincoln's spit up. My hair is disheveled into some type of a bop on top of my head. I take off my nude colored nursing bra, which sadly usually needs to be washed because there are little spots where milk has leaked throughout the day. I am exhausted, but usually happy from my day as mom.
Kenneth always pulls me in close, I mean really really this man cuddles me every-single-night. Some version of "I've been waiting all day to cuddle with you" is said. He asks me questions about my day, and listens to me spiel (I mean honest to goodness listens) about something I've been over analyzing about. I usually share some crazy ideas of something I'm wanting to attempt to create, some goal of mine that I'm desperately needing him to keep tabs on. Then I usually make my one complaint of the day about my dang hemorrhoid I can't get rid of... I seriously tell this man way to much about my post labor pooping life.
Seriously...you are beginning to get the picture.
And yet as I type there are tears streaming down my face because when he pulls me in tight each night and takes the time to listen and know where my heart is each day; I feel beautiful. It's the same beautiful love he's been giving me since high school, and somehow it isn't tainted by us entering into new stages of life. It's still there just as strong and passionate as ever.
I honestly feel it every day from him. He reminds me of all the good I have within me. Every single day he helps me feel like me: McKell. That is why today, more than ever before I love this man. I love that he reminds me and helps me focus on growing McKell so I can be a better wife and mom for our family.
So to the kindest and most genuine man I know Happy Anniversary.
3 years beside you has certainly made me a better woman.
I pray more of your kindness, love, humor, and kenny-ness rubs off on me because I need it.
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