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Dear husband, I haven’t forgotten you.

There was a time in our marriage when we would come home from work and relax with each other. You would sit and watch TV while I propped my feet on you and read my favorite book. Those days seem like so long ago. We had time for each other without having to schedule it. Dates were an “any day of the week” thing. Nowadays, dates have to be planned in advance.

I miss you.

There are days when I feel as though all we talk about are pick up schedules, laundry, and whose turn it is to feed the dog. When we try to have a conversation at night, most get interrupted by our children needing attention.

Your workdays are still important to me. I want to know how your day was and if you got that job you stayed up late bidding the night before; however, we can never seem to get that far.

I hope you know I love you even though I don’t get to show my affection very often.

Kisses are scarce, usually one in the morning before heading off to work and one in the evening before bed. Our intimacy has plummeted some. With crazy schedules and our two sweet girls between us at night, it’s no wonder.

I hope you don’t feel neglected.

I am still your biggest fan and cheerleader although my attention has drifted to our children. I am so proud of all the things you have accomplished and still continue to amaze me with your ambition. I have been so lucky to have you as my partner. When I begin to feel overwhelmed by everyday life, you are always there to bring me back down.

I promise, dear husband, I haven’t forgotten you.

I see you taking out the trash and mowing our lawn. Starting the laundry I had forgotten about and laying out dinner. In the mornings, you help get the girls ready for school and make our infant’s bottles. You are my biggest support system. You help without being asked and I cherish this. I know you are a rarity; some women are not as lucky as I am in this department.

My sweet husband, I prayed for you.

I prayed at night that I would find someone to love me for me and treat me with respect and kindness. I prayed for a man who would always be there for me and to comfort me. I didn’t know when I met you that you were my answered prayer. Years later, I realized God had sent you to me and I am truly blessed.

I could not ask for a better father for our children. You are the definition of what a dad should be. You make time for our kids. When our babies are sick, you stay home to care for them. You take our girls on outings alone, which most dads don’t do.

Seeing you with our children makes me love you even more. Our girls love you unconditionally, and I hope one day they find a man as wonderful as you.

You see husband, I haven’t forgotten you. In our everyday life, you make me incredibly happy—although sometimes it doesn’t show. I promise to work on this from now on.

I want you to know just how important you are to me and how much I need you.

You see the best in me and encourage me to chase my dreams even when I’m scared. Thank you for pushing me to try new things, and giving me insight when I fall flat on my face. I couldn’t do this crazy life without you, and I will love you always.

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My name is Samantha and I love in a small town in Kentucky with my husband and 2 girls. I am a full time working mom who is doing her best to raise good kids and be a loving wife.

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