because



because i love my husband...
i soften when the phone rings every morning at 8:30, knowing it's him
i see him in the shape of my son's lips and his curiosity, and it makes me smile
i forgive him every time
i dream of our future with so many years still ahead
i hate that our bed is so big and there is often a dog, a child and a cat sleeping between us
i feel his pain and frustration as my own
i want to know he is happy
i am so grateful for every little part of him
i hope he knows how much i love him, even when life is pure chaos
i feel guilty for sometimes complicating our world with my own stuff
i can't believe he's mine
i am a better person for it

because i love my son...
i sometimes tear up in moments of such stunning, perfect love
i accept his imperfections because they often mirror my own
i see his pure unadultured joy as a gift
i feel bad when i yell
i think he is the cutest, smartest, most wonderful little person on this earth
i pray my best is good enough
i want to share all the magic of the world with him
i hate when he is afraid
i wish for him a long, happy, fullfilled life
i can't believe he's mine
i am a better person for it

because i love my father (happy birthday dad!)...
i pray for him to stay healthy
i am warmed by his unique quirks, his everyday bagel, his too hot coffee, his lucky green boxers
i admire him for being so accomplished at work and nationally respected in his field
i hope that i have even half his loyalty, integrity, dedication
i am greatful for his unwavering support even when i don't always make him proud
i still secretly hope that he is proud
i remember that he chose me
i know as a parent now that he did his best as a dad, and it is more than good enough
i really enjoy talking with him especially because he is a man of so few words
i see how he believes in me
i know his sense of humor is his way of showing he cares
i can't believe he's mine
i am a better person for it

because i love my brother...
i want him to always have happiness and love in his life
i treasure the time he spends with my son and that he is uncle A to him
i will never forget how he stood up for me to his friends when they made fun of me
i admire how patient and dedicated and caring he is
i wish his life was just a little bit easier
i have so many happy childhood memories because of him
i am sorry for the times when i was not the best big sister
i hope he knows that i look up to him, even if he is my little brother
i can't believe he's mine
i am a better person for it