I see you.
I see you, as you walk in from a long days work, only to become a jungle gym for our busy toddler.
I see you, as you open up new worlds and textures to our girls’ little minds.
I see you, as you teach our girls to treat all living things with respect.
I see you, as you fill our daughter’s plate with food so I can enjoy a hot meal.
I see you, as you change diapers, clothe our babes, and feed them as I get ready for church.
I see you, as you sing over bubbles, make towel burritos, read Bible stories, and brush little teeth.
I see you, as you run out for donuts on Saturdays to give me just a few more minutes of sleep.
I see you, as you happily pour yourself a bowl of cereal for dinner, instead of insisting on a home-cooked meal.
I see you, as you soothe cries and heal boo-boos, knowing someday you will mend broken hearts.
I see you, as you fall asleep on the couch, waiting for me to finish my work, just because you can’t stand the thought of getting in bed without me.
I see you, as you listen to my guilt and fears, and place my burdens on your shoulders.
I see you, as you long for snuggles on the couch watching Friends, but instead give foot rubs while I pump, yet again.
I see you, as you extend grace when you don’t like the words being said.
I see you, as you place toothpaste on my toothbrush, just to say, “I love you.”
I see you, as you make silly faces and sing silly songs, for a quick smile.
I see you, as you come home to pjs and dirty hair, only to call me beautiful.
I see you, as you spend your days off fixing, re-wiring, and cleaning, making sure our home runs smoothly.
I see you, as you pray and lead our family closer to Christ.
I see you, as your hand reaches for mine in a crowd, telling the world I am yours.
Though my eyes may be diverted, watching, protecting, and nurturing these two precious souls, I will never stop seeing you.
I love you, forever.