Everything I didn't say enough about
The list I should have read out loud.
You were up before the sun on the days I slept through it — making Kassiel's
lunch, getting him dressed for school, doing it again the next morning, and the
next. Even pregnant with Kaius. Even on the mornings your body was telling you
not to. You knew, without asking, which cry of Kaius's meant tired and which
one meant scared. You held the whole choreography of our home in your head
while I walked through the rooms it made.
I want to say it specifically, because vague gratitude isn't really gratitude — it's relief. So: thank you for every day you took care of the kids alone while I was out, and never once made me feel like I owed you for it. Thank you for giving me my sons, and for making me a father. Thank you for trying things for me you'd never have tried on your own — like trying out One Piece, even though it was so new to you. And thank you, especially, for being the reason I am becoming a better man — even when I haven't been the man you deserve.
These aren't memories. They're who you are. You make a home out of ordinary days.
I want you to know I saw it. I want you to know I see it now.