My husband doesn’t give me flowers. He used to, but he doesn’t all that much anymore. I used to kind of whine about it all. I would see some other woman post about her husband bringing her flowers, and I would think, “My husband doesn’t do that. Maybe he doesn’t love me that much.” Until I realized something better than flowers.
I’ve been pregnant three times in the last four years. Basically, I’ve been pregnant for a portion of every single year from 2014 to 2018. Crazy huh. My husband doesn’t give me flowers. But every single time I ask him if I can sleep in just a “little” bit longer, he gets up with our girls every. single. time. And I don’t know if you realize this, but I pretty much ask him if I can sleep in every single day that I am pregnant which has roughly been 810 days.
My husband doesn’t give me flowers, but if I call him while he’s at work, and tell him how crappy of a day I am having, he pretty much lets me choose anywhere I want to eat just so I don’t have to spend time making dinner and cleaning the dishes.
My husband doesn’t give me flowers, but when I feel like I’m starting to “lose it” he doesn’t protest, when I storm upstairs leaving everyone else behind, and declare that “I am taking a bath!” because I need a break. And believe me, I take A LOT of needed mom time outs with baths. (Add a yummy candle and a bath bomb and it’s literally a little sanctuary.)
My husband doesn’t give me flowers, but he sure does tell me I’m beautiful, even on the days when I have yet to brush my teeth, comb my hair and change out of my pajamas, and it is now 5:00pm.
My husband doesn’t give me flowers, but he is constantly washing dishes when I ask for help, taking care of our girls, putting them asleep alone when mom is “too tired”, and is the loving, patient, parent when mom is about to go insane.
My husband doesn’t give me flowers, but whenever we have an ounce of “extra” money he sacrifices it for me. For my insecurities like feeling “ugly” in my old clothes, for a camera for our family because I claimed we “needed” it, for art supplies so I could practice drawing, for a trip to visit my sister’s family that I hadn’t seen in almost two years, for starting my blog, for a computer so that I could write. It has always been for me…
My husband doesn’t give me flowers, but man oh man. He gives me everything. It’s also what he gives his three little girls. It’s what he gives his co-workers. It’s what he gives his patients. It’s what he gives in his callings at church. It’s what he gives to every single person around him. If you know my husband, you know he is among the most most humble, selfless, hard-working people on Earth.
My husband doesn’t give me flowers, he gives me himself.
