Gray Hairs – A Valentine’s Day Letter

*I wrote this quickly (as you’ll see) but wanted to share, because sometimes it is important to share.

To my husband:

Today, I looked in the mirror and found one more gray hair.

Which caused me to pause, and desperately try to remind myself that aging is okay. *sigh*
Which caused me to pause further, and look at where I’m at and where I’ve come from in life.

Which in turn, caused me to think of you.

So here I am, sitting in our kitchen the day before Valentine’s day, frantically typing on my iPad,

swaddled up in my ugly (yet very snuggly) gray bathrobe,
crowned by a purple bath towel wrapped around my recently washed hair,
diligently trying to ignore both the LOUD buzz of the washing machine and our toddler (who sits cuddled within our unmade bed watching cartoons – certainly indicative of a less-than perfect mothering diversion tactic)

I am intentionally ignoring them because I felt this desire to sit (at this moment) and write to you (at this moment) because it seems a priority tell you how much I appreciate your support.

I used to think that marriage was about love, and children, and passion, and romance, and sometimes challenges, and sometimes struggles…

And it’s true, marriage is all these things.
But lately, I’ve concluded that marriage is also about support.

Support when I’m doing too many things.
Support when I’m struggling with my priorities.
Support when I am successful at something or have reason to celebrate.
Support when I make a decision (even if you don’t agree with it).
Support when I’m tired, or sick, or tired and sick.
Support even when I complain. Or am grumpy. Or sad. Or nervous.

And also,
support on days like today,
the days when I find a gray hair.

Aging – it not only changes the color of my hair, but also my perspective.

Thank you for your love, our children, your passion, our romance, your willingness to work through the challenges and struggles, but most of all for your support.

Happy  Valentine’s  Day.

(Okay. Gotta go. Micky Mouse is over, the laundry needs changed, my hair needs dried, and … well you know the drill… time to go fight the gray hairs.)

Love always,
Your wife

BeMineYa know… just to prove that the bed got made, my hair got dried, and the toddler didn’t get ignored for too long.

Leave a Comment: Who provides you with support through the good and the bad?

~

P.S. To readers other than my husband… Don’t worry! Monday I will continue and conclude my series: A 3 Step Guide to Maintaining Work-Life Sanity. This was just a necessary interruption :)

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2 Responses to Gray Hairs – A Valentine’s Day Letter

  1. Robin | Farewell, Stranger
    Twitter: FarewellStrangr
    says:

    That’s so great! Beautiful thoughts, and I love that you took the time to write this down.
    Robin | Farewell, Stranger recently posted..Explore: Life in Pictures, Vol. 2

    • Kate F. says:

      Thanks Robin. Sometimes it can take me FOREVER to place my word into a new blog post. But this one flew from my fingers to the keyboard so quickly. (I wish they all did that!)

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