My favorite person
Today I’m thankful for my sweet husband.
I’m thankful for his love. I’m thankful for his sense of humor. I’m thankful that he wakes up earlier than needed a lot of mornings just to make me coffee. I’m thankful he’s the most attractive person in the world. I’m thankful for his wonderful family. . . who have also become my family. I’m thankful for his randomness -like dancing horribly to George Michaels, “Faith” in the car. I’m thankful he’s secure enough in his masculinity to even be able to do that. I’m even thankful for his flaws, because they are good flaws. Flaws that I know I can deal with for the rest of my life. I’m thankful for his willing heart to help others. I’m thankful that he is a social butterfly, since I can be socially awkward at times. I’m thankful for his past, because I know it’s helped shape who he is today. I’m thankful he’s my best friend. I’m thankful he makes pancakes every Saturday. I’m thankful he won’t let me walk in the door without giving me a hug or kiss. Even if I’m not in the mood, he follows me around the house until I give in. I’m thankful he pays the bills, because I’ve never been very good at that. I’m thankful he puts up with my flaws. I’m thankful he is an amazing provider. I’m thankful he tells me I’m beautiful every day, seriously. . . every day. I’m thankful he cooks dinner when I’m completely worn out and want nothing to do with the kitchen. I’m thankful for his health and that I get to wake up next to him every morning. I’m thankful for our past together, and I’m completely excited about our future!
(The list goes on and on. . . I’d just hate to make anyone else wish they were married to him!)


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