Words written by my husband:
Hayley asked me to write something about her postpartum body.
I figured it’d be easy but then I started thinking- what’s there to write about?
Sure, things look and feel slightly different-but in the grand scheme of things, nothing changed.
The reasons I fell in love with her had nothing to do with any of the body parts affected by her postpartum.
She still has the same beautiful smile, determined mind, banging body, and strong work ethic as the girl I fell for over 15 years ago.
She still has the same sense of humor.
She still smells great and tastes great too.
Her postpartum body does look and feel slightly different, but why should that be a factor in MY life at all?
The soft, pillowy skin around her belly held my three best friends for 18 months.
The marks show the strength it took to carry the weight of two beautiful girls that will be raised by this bad ass mom.
Nothing has changed or altered my love for my wife.
I get praised for being “a great husband”, but that’s nonsense.
I’m literally doing the bare minimum by loving my wife for who she is, “imperfections” and all.
Imperfections make the world fun!
If everything was Barbie doll perfect, wouldn’t we get bored?
How else would we show what life has put us through?
So whether it’s regrettable tattoos, scars, surgeries, facial hair, or a postpartum tummy, honestly….who gives a shit?
Be good to each other.
Learn from mistakes- yours and others.
Help those in need and let’s stop dwelling on who looks like what.
My wife isn’t perfect and that’s what makes me love her.
That’s why you are all reading this.
IF she was perfect, not a one of you would be able to relate to her.
And to the husbands out there that don’t do their fair share of diaper duty, cooking, cleaning and telling your wife how beautiful she is—step up your game bro.
You’re a team.
So yeah, I was supposed to write about a belly, but honestly it affects me so little that I rambled about everything else.
