My Husband Rocks

Posted on August 21, 2009 by heatherlauraclarke

Dear Darling Husband,

You didn’t get one of these posts last week, because we were away on a mini-vacation. It was the first trip we ever took that was totally spur-of-the-moment — very unlike us!

Although getting there was a bit rough — and may or may not have resulted in tears at the airport — we got there eventually, and I’m really glad we went through with the trip.

Everyone says travelling is harder once we have kids, so I like that we are taking advantage of our “travel freedom” now.

But when we do have kids, I don’t want that to stop us from travelling — as a family and as a couple. I want to show our kids our favourite places. I want to explore new places with them. Think of the water park/amusement park possibilities! 🙂

But I still want us to plan little trips where the two of us can get away for a night or two. Because as I keep reading in all of the parenting books, the best gift you can give your children is a solid marriage.

And I intend to give them that gift.

Love, your wife
xoxo

This letter is part of “My Husband Rocks Fridays”

Category: Letters to my husband

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I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m writer living in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 11-year-old son and a nine-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.

I have depression and anxiety, and I fight like hell every day to keep it from taking over my life. Making things isn’t just a hobby — it’s part of what keeps me alive.

Whether I’m writing novels, decorating a room, busting out my power tools to build furniture, getting muddy in the pottery studio, sewing clothes for my kids, or cross-stitching a swear word, I’m all about using my creativity to craft a life I love.

I’ve been writing this blog since 2009, so if you dig deep into the archives, you’ll meet a bright-eyed 25-year-old newlywed who was basically obsessed with having kids, buying a cozy house, and supporting herself full-time as a writer. (Spoiler alert: she got exactly what she wanted.)