This is a wonderful poem by someone very dear to me.
My husband thinks I am the strongest person he knows.
I am really weak.
My husband thinks that I make the world go around.
I am really having an emotional breakdown.
My husband thinks my bad isn’t that bad and my good is amazing.
I really am THAT bad.
My husband thinks I pick myself up when I am knocked down.
I really lean on everyone to help pick me up.
If I could be half of what my hhusband thinks I am then I would be almost perfect. I am not sure how I fooled him but I am thankful everyday at how much he truly and purely loves me and our kids!