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His Wife

No pen to paper but getting my thoughts out. I love my husband. We've been working hard to make it work and it shows. I appreciate him. Becoming a wife has taught me a new level of patience. To take someone else into consideration. I am not always right. It is not always one way to doing things. You can show love differently. You have to be willing to listen without a response ready and you have to be willing to try. Try hard all the time. I loved my husband but was selfish and unkind. I thought I knew everything. I thought I had to be right all the time and have all the answers. Marriage is hard because it is work. He taught me that I do love and can love in a way that is unselfish. I don't have to be in control of everything. And that is ok. Every day I wake up feeling like I need him more and more by my side. I admire the man he is. The father he is. The husband he is. The protector. He helps me continuously believe in myself and my abilities and I am thankful for that. In the past though I'd be grateful for him at times it didn't feel like we were a team. We are such a team now. A strong team. A team against the entire world and I am amazed at how he continues to show up for me. Not just the kids. For me. He has the power to change my mood. To change my mind. He listens to me more now. He makes me feel important to him and I want to do this marriage thing for as long as we can. 

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