2 hours ago
I’m feeling so deeply,
simultaneously raising a family.
now that i’m manager of it all
i realize the work i did when i was “just a mom.”
and i am wowed.
can i marry her?
that woman was so f*cking badass.
she made bread from scratch weekly,
lunch and dinner almost every night,
or ready for a fight,
planned family days like it was breathing,
completed the shopping,
intuitively knew what the family needed,
mended socks, and children’s hearts,
planned birthday parties,
wrote letters, answered emails, made phone calls,
was the childcare,
balanced the budget
and killed the spiders.
she wasn’t perfect, not by far,
but hot damn,
she had spunk,
i’d take her in a sec.
i’m feeling so deeply.
not missing him. ha, no.
i miss her.
i. miss. her.
i wish i could marry that badass,
a full-time supporter raising our kids,
putting feel-good meals on the table,
keeping our home clean,
or nearly clean-ish, i don’t care.
i’ll never see the poop on the floor.
she got the love i need,
always equipped with a joke and honesty,
i’ll put in the hours,
pen to paper
live my dream,
watch her stay up late, keep me company.
i will love her,
i won’t lie,
i won’t steal and i won’t hide.
we will smile. we will fight, we’ll lean on each other
like two logs keeping themselves upright.
the ad is out now for the right wife.