I am a lucky girl.
Remember last week when I rambled (probably a little too long . . . ), about struggling with measuring up?
Well, my husband took the time to read that mess (he doesn’t read everything here on PPP, but scans some of it every once in awhile), and on a blank piece of copy paper gave me just the best Mother’s Day card and gift I’ve ever received.
I’d told him not to spend money (we’ve been working quite a bit on fluffing up our home, so I was perfectly content with that), but this little note was more than I ever could have wished for.
To spare you the
gorey ahem, goofy details, I won’t share it all, but hope he’ll forgive me for sharing a few of my favorite parts.
“Our marriage has not been perfect, but you have given me the perfect marriage. . . . you are what I always wanted, not “Barbie.”
Folks, this guy looks at this absolute mess of a mom with pudgy hips, saggy soft spots, and one crazy unorganized life, and loves (and cheers!) for me every single day. Back when I first starting working on PPP, when I was literally putting in 40 hours a week and not making a single penny, he stood by as my cheerleader, confidently encouraging me to keep at it, never once questioning my work here despite the extra load it often put on him.
The last year has not been our easiest. In fact, probably since our marriage I’ve cried more tears than I can remember. (And I’m not one to shed tears much ~ hardly ever!) Moving 8 hours from what had become our home has been a major adjustment, and we’ve had some other struggles that have popped onto our plate along the way.
(Add in parenting both a teenager and tweenager in the midst of that along with one crazy busy 8 year old? Yikes.)
James is oh-so-different from me. He hates social media, rarely watches a movie, and in many ways is an old-fashioned-fuddy-duddy-born-100-years-too late.
Bless him. 😉
But he loves and encourages me as if I’m amazing (despite the fact that I’m so far from it!), and continues to be this person who just thinks I’m a rockstar even when he sees the truth every day.
(Isn’t it a blessing when those who know you best love you most? wow.)
Honestly? I’m not great at doing the same thing for him. I get frustrated that the dishes aren’t done, or if the laundry’s piling up, or if I just feel like I’m incapable of keeping up. I have got to work better at being his cheerleader too, but for whatever reason it’s not always natural to me.
If you’re lucky enough to have a cheerleader in your life too, whether it be your spouse, parents, or a wonderful friend, thank them because they will help you go so much further than you ever can go on your own.
And, if you’re like me and struggle to cheer someone else on, goodness gracious, join me and let’s start doing just that!
Sometimes just being cheered for is all we need to turn into our very best self ~ and I’m so incredibly thankful to have someone cheering for me. (Especially on those days I’m not so sure of myself.)
Anyone else get just the most wonderful gift for Mother’s Day that wasn’t even all that much? Sometimes those gifts are just the sweetest, and I’m oh-so-thankful for that one today.