My husband walked through the lounge room tonight and I noticed him.
I noticed his kind smiling eyes. They looked tired. Worn out from babies crying through the night and big-little boys fighting him at bed time.
I noticed his goofy grin. It was there for me, I’m not sure he really wanted to be smiling, but he kept it on because he’s the kind of guy who has resting-happy-face.
I noticed how his body slouched, exhausted from another big day of working, being a parent, being a husband.
I noticed how the blue in his shirt made his skin look tanned and his eyes sparkle. So much so, that I called out to him to tell him how much I liked his blue shirt, and how good I thought it looked on him.
Why don’t I notice all of these things more often? Why don’t I take the time to really look at this man that I have chosen to live my life with. I used to be content just staring at him, soaking in every moment that we had together. Now I’m so busy and so, so tired that every moment I have alone (as alone as you can get with 3 kids) I just want to veg out and escape from reality with a cuppa and my latest favourite show. With one important change. One of my favourite things to do is sit with Hubby, on the couch, feet up, trakkies on, catching up on our shows. We actually are that stereotypical old married couple.
I’m ok with it, for the most part. What I’m not ok with is taking him for granted. I need to make sure he knows that I appreciate him. That I recognise that he works damn hard for this family, to provide for us. I need him to know that he still gives me butterflies when he flashes that adorable, goofy smile at me and I tell him he’s a complete dork. I need him to know that I think he is an amazing father. Even when we have differing views on disciplining the children, or completely opposite styles for them (read: he has no style), or when he puts the baby’s pants on the bigger boys thinking they’re shorts and doesn’t realise until I ask what is going on. I need him to know that I love him. When I’m tired, when the house is a mess, when he has morning breath, when he won’t let me put mushrooms in dinner because he doesn’t like them, when he rubs my feet, when he forgets to change the empty toilet paper.
I just love him. And he deserves to know this. Every day.
So hubby, if you’re reading this (and I know that you will be, because you’re awesome like that) Thank you for all that you do for our family, you are the glue. Every backache, every hair that falls from your head, every wrinkle that forms on your brow, it’s all for us, and we appreciate every single little thing you do.