Good wifeness

I don't really think "wifeness" is a word, but I couldn't think of another way to say it.

It's odd y'all, as much as I talk I realized lately that I do not express my feelings for Keith to him very often. There's still a part of me that feels like I did when I was eighteen and thought I would die if he walked away from me. Granted, I've grown and matured in my relationship with him, but I've also become very protective of that vulnerability. The hurt we've gone through has caused me to not want him to know how much I still love and need him.

All that to say that part of what I need to do is to work through that protective layer and verbalize my feelings again. And I'm working on that. Yesterday I told him that I realized how self-focused I've had to be to get through this school semester and that I knew I could not have done it without him. He's done so much to help me just meet my daily responsibilities. He picks up the kids from school and makes sure there's food in the house and does all their afternoon running around. I wish I could be there for it, but I can't.

Also, I have decided to hang some mistletoe to up the romance factor. I don't know what he'll think about it, but we'll see. I also need to plan a romantic evening for us while the tree is up. Someone hold me accountable to that, OK? I'm going to read everyone else's posts now.