With Thanksgiving just around the corner and everyone on Facebook posting adorable ‘Say Thanks!‘ videos, it reminds me that there are many things to be thankful for. I have a loving husband, two wonderful kids, a beautiful house, a supportive family, and a neurotic dog… Who I appreciate even though he woke us up twice last night after hearing coyotes and fisher cats wailing outside. (Aside: fisher cats. There are few things more unsettling than waking up to something that sounds like it’s dying in your driveway.)
But this post isn’t about the kids or the house or the family or the dog. And it’s definitely not about coyotes or fisher cats. It’s about my husband, and how much I appreciate everything he does for our family. I know that I don’t take the time to tell him often enough. The ‘thank yous’ and ‘I appreciate yous’ tend to get lost as days bleed into days, and we’re flying by the seat of our pants with crazy work schedules, little babies, and a house and yard that need cleaning and upkeep… Because LEAVES. So many LEAVES!
Just because I don’t say the words doesn’t mean I don’t feel incredibly grateful. So today I’m going to write them down. Thank you, my love:
For every time you’ve gotten up at 5AM and let me sleep in after a long night with the kids.
For doing weekly food orders at the supermarket because you know that the People of The Grocery Store make me want to commit violent crimes. And for always remembering to buy the stuff I like.
For every delicious dinner you’ve ever made for our family. If it weren’t for you, we’d probably be eating salad every night or whatever I could whip up quickly in the microwave.
For staying home with our babies three days each week. Changing the diapers, making sure their bellies are full, keeping them happy and entertained, managing the tantrums, bathing them, and kissing their boo-boos. Seriously, thank you.
For not getting mad at me when I wake you up because you’re snoring, and for always rolling onto your stomach to make the noise stop.
For telling me that I look great after having two babies, even if I don’t always believe you.
For keeping up with the laundry on your days off. Because that shit is never ending and I’d be drowning in it by the weekend if you didn’t.
For doing the best you can to provide for our family, and staggering your work schedule with mine so that I can do the best I can to provide for our family as well.
For your kindness and understanding when I was an exhausted, hormonal beast after giving birth… And when I still am sometimes.
For taking our girls to the library, reading to them often, and being patient with our oldest when she wants to read the same book over and over and over again.
For starting the coffee (aka the nectar of life) every morning.
For teaching the kids about cool stuff like animals, dinosaurs, and Star Wars.
For being honest with me always.
For the way you always crack up laughing during comedies – it really makes watching a movie so much better.
For getting music and making playlists with me in mind, even though we don’t always have the same taste in tunes.
For emptying the drying rack, cleaning the moldy Tupperware lurking in the back of the fridge, and taking out the trash because for some reason I never ever do those three things.
For sharing important news stories with me over breakfast because you know I don’t pay as much attention as I should to current events.
And for the hundreds of other things you do for me and our family every day – thank you. I know that I don’t tell you often enough, but I love you, I appreciate you, and I’d be lost without you.