Dear Husband, Let's Remember Each Other

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Dear husband,

I think I’ve forgotten.

I’ve forgotten you.

And maybe just as importantly, I think I’ve forgotten me.

Oh, this season of parenting.

Man. It’s different.

I feel like we are on the same team. But we are kind of playing a zone defense.

You doing your thing. Taking care of your area.

And me doing my thing and taking care of mine.

With not much overlap.

Both of us putting effort into making sure everything is covered . . . but it feels as though we are doing it separately.

Guess that’s sometimes what kids do to you, huh?

They put your focus so much on making sure everything is covered that you somehow forget.

Forget each other.

This season? It’s busy. But in a different way than the toddler-and-newborn-season busy. And I’m sure in a different way than teenage-kid-season busy. And different than grandparent-season busy. But busy nonetheless.

So in this season, I ask . . .

That we don’t feel guilty for throwing headphones back to the kids in a car ride, so that we can visit, together.

That you keep calling me. Whenever you are off. Or whenever I’m on lunch. Just to say hi. Because that helps me know that you are there even when it feels that I’m doing my own thing.

That we make every effort to find those little times in between.

The little times in between coaching this practice or cooking that for church.
The little time in between the kids’ bedtime and our bedtime.
The little times in between what we are doing now and what we are doing next.

Those in-between times can hold so much.

That we go on a date. Shoot, I’ll even pay.

Let’s make our kids squirm with those home-from-work kisses.
Let’s put our eyes on each other more and on our phones less.
Let’s be willing to sometimes say no to others and say yes to each other.
Let’s try to catch each other in moments other than just in passing.
Let’s not forget to dream together, plan together, and most importantly to pray together.

Sweet husband, in this crazy mix of kids and their stuff, I will do my best to remember you.

And I ask that you do your best to remember me, too.

This post originally appeared on My House Full of Boys

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Ashley Bufe is a Jesus lovin' wife and momma of 4 energetic boys. She blogs at www.myhousefullofboys.com in hopes that she can uplift and inspire other mommas to let them know that they are special and chosen by God to be momma. And that they are doing a great job! Be sure to find her on Facebook and Instagram.

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