Marriage Letters are about showing off your love and bringing to light all that marriage is…work, hard work worth sharing. Every Monday we write letters to our loves, sharing just how much this journey means to us.
My Job, Your Job
A few weeks ago, I started crying in the middle of the night. Tired of trying to take care of Eliot, tired of waking up and staying up, frustrated that you were asleep and couldn’t just feed him yourself…
Mostly, tired of feeling so selfish all the time.
You held me that night, cried with me, and said, “It’s all on me. This is not your burden to carry, lay it on me.” You held me up, you hold me up, and I remember that I am not alone in this.
Honesty has shown its beautiful face, and the frustration of closed lips has subsided.
We have recognized that you are doing a mighty hard work to care for me and Eliot-school AND teaching is a heavy load.
You, once again, have acknowledged the weight of my taking care of Eliot every day; the job of being mom, human buffet, housekeeper, student.
You’ve always been supportive of me, even when I am bitter and immature; and the best part about your lovely spirit is that you come home, and the moment you walk in the door you are father and husband and provider all at once. You are chef and friend and supporter. For this, Eliot and I are severely lucky.
I’m recognizing over and over again that our jobs fit perfectly together, and I wouldn’t have it any other way, with anybody else.
I love you.