~ Because he is a good man.
I’m home alone on Father’s Day. My hubz is hard at work today, slaving away for Corporate America to ensure his family has food on the table and a roof above. He has no biological children of his own never will, since I cannot have any more babies.
For all intents and purposes, this man is a single entity, merely sharing space with other unrelated entities.
What makes him stay?
What makes him work crazy hours with little payoff?
What makes him so dedicated and relentless?
~ Because he is a good husband.
I have never known anyone so completely giving of his heart. I feel so lucky to be able to depend upon the fact — FACT! — that he will always come home. Moreover, he will come home to ME. And even further, he actually WANTS to come home to me.
Maybe you have always known this kind of love. Maybe you have never been lonely or deprived passion. Maybe you have no idea why this is such a big deal. Maybe you don’t get it. If that’s the case, you are pretty goddamn lucky. And you don’t even know it. So I’m kind of sorry for you.
I have suffered in the world of love-and-loss. But I wouldn’t change a thing. All the heartache and sadness and even the depression has been worth it. Because I wouldn’t appreciate the little things nearly as much as I do now, had I nothing against which to compare them. I know exactly what I have, and how very precious it is.
~ Because he is a good dad.
My hubz has been asked on more than one occasion if he wants kids of his own. He always looks puzzled, and responds that he already has kids. He refers to my children as his son and his daughter. Somewhere, logically, he is aware they do not share his DNA. But he raises them, loves them, disciplines them, shelters them, backs them up, comforts them, and laughs with them. He DOES have kids of his own.
Biology doesn’t make a family. Love makes a family.
There is so much love in this house, some days we have a hard time knowing where to put it. It comes out in tickle wars, pillow fights, ree-donkulous name-calling, silly jokes, inside funnies, and an abundance of family hugs — what some might call a dog-pile, although we usually remain standing and thus are rendered more a football huddle than a mess of canines.
~ Because he is our world.
My hubz is the glue that holds everything together.
He is the voice of reason, except when he is the voice of goofy nonsense. He is the dreamer, except when he is the planner. He is the poet, except when he is the guide. He is spontaneity and planning, all rolled into one. He is easygoing yet decisive.
He is everything to us.
~ Because he is just ALL THAT.
We love you so very much, my darling. Thank you for all you give us, all you do for us, all you are. You make our lives so rich, and we are grateful to have you. Thank you for choosing each of us, individually and as a whole. You own our hearts.
With love and gratitude from your wife and children,
Happy Father’s Day, Jesse-Bear!