I don’t usually write two posts in one day, but I just have to.
There are a few good men in my life. I won’t name any names, but they know who they are. Well, except for my three year old, since he cannot read this yet…but he knows I adore him.
We have faced some serious challenges recently…but none nearly as bad as some of my favorite men…
I love them. They love me…unconditionally. Some may not be blood, but I have grown to realize this does not matter anymore…it is who sticks around, even when things get tough, that matter most.
And they matter…a lot.
It is not my journey or my story to tell for these men, but all I can do is let them know this…
I love them…I really and truly love them with all of my heart.
They watched me grow from a dark and confused young woman, into a frazzled and loving mother and wife.
They have listened to me cry, and fight and whine and suffer.
They have hugged me and loved me even when they thought I was wrong.
There may be distance between us now…but only in miles, not feelings.
I love them with all of my heart for loving me, and my husband and my family unconditionally.
They are good, good solid men.
They have been hurt, but continued to stand tall. They have loved and lost, but still stand strong in their hearts…
I will love these men till the day I die…
My little guy has a handful of amazing role models and some big shoes to fill…but he can do it…
He is learning well.