The Seven Year Blessing
Blessings seem to get more rare as we get older. The whimsy and magic of the world fade away into rote routine and tried mechanisms. As adults, we start to see grind of the daily life, and lose the surprise and awe that we once had. I’ve lucked out as an adult. I married my blessing seven years ago today, and from her, has sprung more to be thankful for than I could ever tally up. The most, of course, is not only the birth of Owen and Parker, but the long, and what I can only imagine as being an uncomfortable pregnancy. Yet, she did it with grace and ease that I could never conjure up myself. Daily, Jess brings other blessings into my life. Granted, it may not be life-changing, momentous blessings, but rather little ones that make my life happier, easier, and fun. I fear that there are a lot of little things that she does for me that I miss, or I have let fall into the routine of daily life. I cannot begin to thank her with even an ounce of the gratitude that she so rightly deserves, but I guess this is a start.
Thank you for our boys, our life, you love and support. Thank you for your loyalty, compassion, and your ability to care about me. Thank you for being a mother to my sons, a friend to me, and a partner to take on and tackle all of the absurd, wonderful, stressful, sad, and joyous events that we come across. I couldn’t be where I am today… I couldn’t be as happy as I am today… I couldn’t be a father today without you. Thank you for being my blessing and for taking a chance on me seven years ago.
With much love, and overwhelming thanks. I love you, Jess.