To My Husband On Father's Day

I wouldn’t be the mom I am without my husband. For Father’s Day, I wanted to thank him for all the many ways I am a better mom with him by my side.

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I may be the face, words, and all-around mommy behind The Merry Momma, but let me tell you something — I wouldn’t be any of it without Levon. For many reasons beyond his obvious … ahem … contributions, I would not be the mom I am today without him.

He was ready for fatherhood long before I was ready to be a mom, and he patiently waited. From the moment we finally did take that leap, he walked with me as I (nervously) stepped into the role.

And he continues to be my support and partner. Through fears, through mistakes, and through lots and lots of growth.

This post is dedicated to him — the man behind the momma. Because without him, I definitely would not be merry.

A Letter to My Husband on Father’s Day

To my husband on Father’s Day,

Thank you.

Thank you for taking care of me while I grew our babies inside my body. You always made sure we were both safe and healthy, and I’ve never felt your love more.

Thank you for being an absolute rockstar during labor. I could not have done it without you. (Though I still think you’re to blame for our big babies.)

Thank you for all the hours you spent holding and rocking our fussy babies. Those breaks were, at times, my lifelines to sanity.

Thank you for ensuring I had food and water through 100 million nursing sessions. Especially on the days when it felt like that was all I did all. day. long.

Thank you for always making me feel attractive, even with my 9-months-pregnant belly or my postpartum body. I don’t always understand what you’re seeing, but I love you for it.

Thank you for not being afraid to get your hands dirty… literally. From changing diapers to wiping boogies (or sucking them out) to cleaning up pukey bedsheets. You’ve done it all.

Thank you for working hard to provide for us and for putting careful thought into every decision and every responsibility. You have created a beautiful life for us that I love.

Thank you for being our protector. You may not always be able to keep us safe, but I know you’d risk life and limb to try.

Thank you for doing the hard things, the gross things, and the sometimes downright miserable things. You may be one of the most stubborn people I know, but that’s often exactly what we need.

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Thank you for always having my back with the kids. Not only do you provide strength when mine is depleted, but you always make sure Momma’s treated right.

Most of all… thank you for all the little things.

For taking the kids outside when I need a few minutes of peace and quiet. For taking point with them in social settings so I can get a little adult interaction. For picking up things on your way home from work because running errands with three small children is beastly.

Thank you for that. Because all those little things? They add up to something big.

I am grateful, dear husband, for everything you do. All the many ways you’ve made, and continue to make, this parenting journey so much sweeter.

I like to think I’m a pretty good mom… but I’m a million times better with you by my side.