Yes, yes, I know. Thanksgiving was last week, and I'm sure you've seen plenty of blogs outlining thankfulness. I'm a little late to the party, Then again, every day is a day to be thankful.
Yesterday, something hit me (while folding TD's underwear of all times). I don't show how thankful I am nearly often enough. And while I am thankful for many, many things (an am planning on doing a series of these posts in the coming weeks), today I'm talking solely about the one person that I am thankful for above all others.
So anyway, while folding hubby's underwear, I realized that far too often that I forget to tell him just how thankful I am for him. It's not that I'm an ungrateful bitch, just that I'm so ridiculously busy with the kids, their activities, my activities, TD's activities, and running this house that it just slips my mind.
But no more.
From now on, I want to make an effort to show and tell not only TD, but everyone in my life that I am thankful for them and all that they do for me.
TD, bless him, drew my attention to the fact that my driver's side front tire is pretty much shot. As in the wires are exposed and I'm now, quite honestly, terrified to drive on it. He took it upon himself to call and order my tires, drop off Maggie (that would be my car), get her inspected, and change my oil, all within 2 days of finding that my tire was bad. He didn't leave that to me, didn't leave me lost in trying to figure out just what to do.
He is the best damn husband and father I could have ever imagined, and more. Though he's not always here, he's always taking care of us. That man works harder than anyone I've ever seen in my life. And no matter how down and out we are, he always finds a way to pull through. He's always present for the major events in the kids lives and makes an effort to spend one-on-one time with them daily. While he may not be the most gentle, romantic or affection man on the planet, I've never once doubted how much he loves me. He just has his own unique way of showing it.
He even helps around the house, even if I've told him to sit down and chill. Of course, yes, I do the majority of stuff around here. That's my job being a SAHM, and I love every minute of it, but without him standing beside me and supporting me, I'd never get it all done. He understands that my work isn't easy and that I don't get a break, and he does attempt to make it simpler on me, even if it is in small ways. He always tells me in advance that he's got something going on so that I can schedule it. He calls if he's going to be late getting home so that I know to put off supper for an hour or so. He reminds me to grab my purse or my glasses, or diaper wipes.
So yeah, while I might pick on him about not putting his dirty clothes in the basket and have an unconventional way of showing love (ie, affectionately calling him assface or popping him on the butt with the corner of my wet dishcloth), I hope that he knows and understands that for everything he does, big or small, I am eternally grateful and that I love him with every beat of my heart.
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