I’m blessed to be able to say I’ve been married to my husband for over three years. He is my best friend, constant pun supplier, absolutely wonderful father to our children, and the man I hope to spend the rest of my life with. We had a whirlwind relationship in the beginning and got married not long after we started dating. We also didn’t waste much time before we started trying for our first baby. Most of our marriage has been spent with parenting our little ones as the priority. 

So, my dear husband, I’m sorry for forgetting to make sure you remain a priority as well. 

This life of ours is so demanding. With both of us working full-time (and opposite shifts at that) we don’t have a ton of time to connect with one another face-to-face. Interactions are mostly in passing, and it’s typically a quick kiss with a reminder to do something around the house or pick something up from the store instead of a heartfelt moment. I know that being tired and overwhelmed isn’t an excuse. 

I’m sorry for forgetting you need me just as much as the chores do. 

I often find myself feeling like I’m drowning in the responsibility of keeping our household running smoothly. I know you bear some of that weight, too. Sometimes I allow myself to wallow in self-pity and pretend like I’m the only one who has to see to it that we are taken care of. It’s far too easy for me to fail to think of the things you do every day for me and for our family. 

I’m sorry for forgetting you’re my partner in all things, and that you’re in the same trenches I am. 

I know that one of the things you love about me is how much I love our children. Sometimes in the midst of my need to ensure I’m making their lives as wholesome as possible, I forget that you need me to fulfill parts of your life, too. I know it’s all too easy for me to pour everything from my cup into our sons, with barely a drop left for you. You are so patient, though, and never complain about the extra strides I take for them that leave me too exhausted to even take steps for you at times. 

I’m sorry for forgetting you deserve just as much from me as they do. 

This season is filled with exhaustion and seemingly never-ending work. I know there are far too many words said before proper conversations can be had. I know there is far too much complaining without understanding. 

I’m sorry for forgetting you are my partner, not my enemy. 

I know there are so many things I need to improve upon, dear husband, things we need to improve upon together. I know you deserve so much more than you get from me most days. I know I can be so incredibly difficult, and there may be some days you question what made you think this was a good idea in the first place. I know one day, these babies of ours will be grown and gone but our love is what will be here to stay. 

I’m sorry for forgetting these things, dear husband. 

I promise from now on to try harder to remember.

Shelbie Farmer

I’m a full time bookkeeper, but my favorite “job” is being mama to my sons. I have a love for all things personalized, early morning cuddles, and way too many sweets. Writing is my favorite way to talk about how much I love motherhood and my hope is that the things I write will resonate with other moms.