Thankful for my husband

I don't even know where to start. He's my partner in life. He's been with me through the highs and lows for longer than just about anyone else in my life. He's known me in many ways. Annoying little sister. Giddy ninth grader. High school sweetheart. Prom date. College freshman. International traveler. Wife. First year teacher. Camping buddy. Stubborn patient. Hormonal new mom. Working mom. Sleepy pregnant lady.

And through all that, he still sticks around. That requires some patience.

I'm thankful for the big things and all the little things.

He handles the morning routine with Madeline and does a wonderful job. Breakfast, dressing, pottying, loading up and dropping off at day care. He does it all. He's a great dad. And he makes the bed every morning.

He works hard to provide for his family. The hours can be long and the job stressful, but he does it so that his family is well taken care of.

He does all the yard work.

He calls me out on things. Even when it irritates me a bit. Like not taking care of myself when I'm sick. Or gossiping. Or saving room for dessert, but not eating all my veggies. Or saying "oh my gosh" in front of Madeline (emphasis on the "gosh" which my daughter has started saying a lot recently. And she uses it correctly. In context. With much expression. Apparently I say it a lot, too?!?!).

He encourages me to go shopping for myself and buy nice things. Even when I think it's too much money. He tells me that I'm worth it.

He got me a pedicure and a massage for my birthday.

He's been extremely patient with pregnant, exhausted me. This time around I've been even more worn out than I ever was when Madeline was in utero. That means that things don't get done as quickly around the house. He helps to pick up the slack. And he still tells me I'm beautiful, even with my pregnant potbelly poking out.

He makes me laugh. We've got so many memories together. Many of them involve laughter. Or if not, at least we can laugh about them now.

He calls when he leaves work so I know when to expect him for supper. And he asks if I need him to get anything from the grocery store on his way home.

I'm so blessed to have him.