Dear Adam,

I just got off the phone with you and you sounded so depressed. I spent the conversation babbling about the great day I had with the kids and the funny things they did. You were engaged, hanging on to every sentence. When we hung up, though, you sounded so sad.

I can’t blame you because I would be worse if I had to work everyday while you got to spend all this quality time with the kids. I understand that the happier I am may make you feel worse, and I’m so sorry for that. I know I can explain all the reasons why me staying at home with the kids is good for the kids, and even good for you, but I know you know all of this. I know you are completely supportive me staying home with them but it hurts you.

And I just love you so much for that. I love you because you are the kind of dad that wants to stay home and would do so well at it. I love you because you are sad that you aren’t with us doing all this fun stuff. And I love you because you are supportive and encouraging of me even though it makes you sad.

I wish we were gazzilionares and you could spend everyday with us. Since we aren’t, all I can do is thank you. Thank you for making our lives possible. Thank you for allowing me the opportunity to spend this time with our kids. Thank you for wanting me to do this even if it means you have to suffer. People say their husband is the best, but they only think that because they haven’t met mine yet 🙂

My Hero