I have a good husband who fights for me.
He hasn't had to get in a fist fight yet over me...
But he fights for me to be the best that I can be.
He refuses to let me settle for anything mediocre.
I've gone through some hard times emotionally and mentally, and he's always been there beside me. I know that those were some frustrating times for him. I didn't want to come out of the self-pity I was wallowing in. Most of the times that I came out of it was because he drug me out.
Yet he still doesn't tire of fighting for me.
Anytime we talk about future dreams or desires, I often want to sit back and let him do all of the talking. After all, he's much more of a talker than I am.
And I would rather support him in his dreams.
But that's not fair to him.
He needs to be able to support me in mine too.
Sometimes it's hard for me to dream. It's hard to see past the diapers, wipes, cries, and chores that envelope my day to day life.
But, those days are changing. Yesterday with Bella at Mother's Day Out was a glimpse that life isn't going to be this way forever.
So, as dreams come flittering into my heart, Lee is there to catch them and help me run with them. He is there to push me to be better than I am - to go further than my dreams.
He sees me as something more than a wife and a mom. He sees me as his best friend, and he wants the absolute best for me. And he's willing to fight for that so I'm not lost in the background, where sometimes I am more willing to stay than I should be.
He thinks that I'm worth fighting for.