On our wedding anniversary, I repented.

It's been a year of a lot of pulling and stretching of my heart. The lack of sleep has not been helping me in all aspects, and I came to realize that I have become my very own worst nightmare: an ungrateful, nagging wife.

The root of it all physically is the sleep deprivation, which I can just stop there. But I know there's more to that. Due to my planner, perfectionist type of personality, I have started to expect my husband to be the same.

Clean more. Do more.

Do not rest.



My poor husband. My poor, patient, and loving husband. After a 10 hour work shift, it makes sense to rest.



Rest.



I should follow my husband's footsteps a bit more sometimes.



So I repented.
Because not only have I been ignoring my own body's demands, but also my ever growing bitter and ungrateful heart.




So it is on this day that I am so much more grateful for my husband.


Happy one year anniversary, hubby. Love you.