Last night I broke down for the hundredth time about how hard my life is. About how I don’t have a job, how we are struggling so much and I feel that it is all my fault. I cried about wanting to have children but knowing that we wouldn’t have the money to support them. I cried for missing my family, wanting to pursue my art, and feeling inadequate both physically and mentally. But really, my life isn’t hard. It’s beautiful.
I have a husband that holds me when I cry and takes my hand and slow dances with me when there is no music on. A husband that dances like a fool in front of me just to make me laugh because I have had a rough day. My husband loves God so much that his faith in our future together is unwavering. I have a man that wakes up every morning, kisses me on the forehead, and tells me how beautiful I am. Tells me that other women would die to wake up as beautiful as I look. I have a husband that adores me and has eyes for no other woman and hasn’t since Sophomore year of High School. My husband makes me laugh, makes me want to be a better woman, makes me want to raise our children to be just as caring, loving, and absolutely amazing as he is.
It’s time to be grateful for what I have - something that very few other people do and I could not ask for more in life.