Home & Family

A Love Letter

Marguerite Jones
By Marguerite Jones |Bedford, TX

I’m sorry I was angry.

I was angry because I wake up with Z every morning and make him breakfast so you can sleep in, even if you don’t really sleep at all.  I was angry because I felt like I was carrying the heavy load all by myself.  I was angry because you said you would watch Z while I went to my friend’s shower, but then it seemed like it was such a chore for you – so I drove an extra 40 miles so you could have an hour to yourself.  I was angry because their nursery was done and perfect and ours is not – even though Z is closer to his second birthday than his first.  I’ve always said it doesn’t bother me.  I was angry because their life seems so much more put together than ours, even if it really isn’t.

I was angry when you wanted to spend time with your friends on Xbox rather than spending the evening with me – and hurt when you said that’s what you wanted to do after a long day – even though I understood.

A Love LetterI am thankful you watch Z so I can go running on Saturday mornings.  I am thankful you will take care of him if I have to work late.  I am thankful you mow the lawn and take out the trash and all of the other chores I don’t want to do.  I am thankful you make me laugh even on my hardest days and I am thankful you still love me even when I am not the best version of myself.  I am thankful you think I am prettier without makeup.  I am thankful you tell me to take care of myself, relax and not worry – even if I am terrible at all of those things – you still remind me.  I am thankful you’ll eat whatever I cook for dinner, even if it isn’t very good.

I am amazed at what you can build with old scrap pieces of wood; creating something beautiful from something someone might consider trash.  I am amazed with how you can teach yourself something with step-by-step instructions that may take someone else months and months to learn.  I am amazed by how you make it seems so easy and how you make everything okay.  I am amazed at what makes youA Love Letter tick – I am still trying to discover it.

I love your laugh lines and all of the good memories they hold.  I love how you sometimes reach for my hand when I don’t expect it.  I love how you continue to surprise me, even after all of these years have flown by.  I love how smart you are.  I love it how you I love how your eyes smile along with your lips.  I love how you love our child.  I love you for more reasons than I can count – and oh, how I have tried!

I picked up some of your favorite cookies when I was at the grocery store.  They are in the cabinet where they always are.  If you remember, please try not to leave your napkin in the dirty milk glass…

I love you – then and now – and always will.

L, Me

Marguerite Jones
Marguerite Jones |Bedford, TX
Marguerite “Maggie” Jones has served in local governments and nonprofit organizations for nearly a decade.  She has worked with economic development incentive programs, managed municipal tax increment financing (TIF) districts, and administered efforts to end homelessness.  She currently works for a...Read More
View Comments Hide Comments

Leave a Reply