I make his eggs every week. A marriage of eggs & milk whisked with taco seasoned ground turkey & cheese. It’s a little thing, but it’s a little something I can do for him so he isn’t scrambling to find breakfast before work.
A marriage built on love, respect, & mutual submission. The dance.
After ten and a half years, I still find pleasure in being his help meet.
I find it a privilege. A gift.
If I ever forget to say it, I love you. Thank you for unloading the dishwasher and cleaning up after dinners and taking out the trash. For always asking if I need help, even knowing my tendency to say “I’m good, I don’t need any help.” Thank you for being my balance. Literally my better half.
I thank God daily for this gift of you in my life; and the grace we have and get to make it work.