To my husband:
I am sorry.
I’m sorry that more often than not, my hairy legs resemble a tiger’s back.
I’m sorry that most days you see me in gym clothes, a.k.a. stay-at-home-mom uniform.
I’m sorry that on the rare occasions that I do get dressed in “real clothes,” they are typically the same three outfits on rotation.
I’m sorry that I typically smell like poop, vomit, boogers or just “yuck.”
I’m sorry that I have not worn a “real bra” in five years.
I’m sorry that my hair is almost always in a ponytail.
I’m sorry that sometimes I am already in my pajamas and make-up free by the time you arrive home.
But, there are a few things that I am not going to apologize for.
I am not sorry that I put our children first.
I am not sorry that I get to love on our baby when her crying cuts my shower and shaving session short.
I am not sorry that wearing my gym clothes means that I am spending quality time playing and getting messy with our three children.
I am not sorry that I am meeting all of our children’s needs even if it means neglecting some of my own.
I am not sorry that my chest may resemble more of a valley than a peak these days, but that at least all three kiddos received an adequate amount of mommy’s milk.
I am not sorry that I now care less about what other people think of appearance and more about the person I am on the inside.
I am not sorry that sometimes being in my cozy clothes means that I am content staying inside my happy home.
Things sure have changed since we met back in 2006. We’ve grown up, our appearances have changed, our jobs have changed and where we call home has changed more than once. We’ve gone from one beautiful baby to two, to three — and through it all, our love for one another has stayed constant.
Still, honey, I am sorry that our lives and relationship have turned out different than expected.
It’s even better isn’t it?
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