#6 - Eric

I don't tell him enough and he's not here to read this over my shoulder as I'm typing.  Babe, I'm thankful for you. 

I am thankful for the time he spends with the kiddos even when he feels like he has no time.  Even those times it is passed their bedtimes and I want nothing more than the kiddos to just be in their beds, but he takes the time and reads them their nightly Bible Story and ignores the are-you-really-keeping-them-up-past-their-bedtime look.  For the nights he wears his road shirt so the kids can play on his back.

I am thankful for doing all the things around the house that I just plain don't want to do.  Like yard work.  I hate yard work.  Especially in the Summer when the bugs are still alive.  I shiver just thinking about it.  And I know he is tired and just wants time to do the things he enjoys, but he makes time to do things around the house.

 

I am thankful that he hasn't called me a complete loony yet.  I may be getting to that point but he just goes with my craziness.  He lets me have my mood swings and then picks me back up.  He lets me cry and tell him how horrible I think my life is (It isn't. At all.  But sometimes I have these fits.)  He supports me in the things I do for just me.  And those weekends, when we lived a lot closer, I'd say, "I kinda want to go to Mom's." He'd say go. 

 

I am thankful for his calmness to my crazed being.  I am thankful for the time he spends with the kids. I am thankful that he enjoys his work.  And those weeks he has to travel, he calls.  He sends texts to check in.  I don't worry about him being off without me.  I know he is mine.  I am thankful he deals with all the relocation stuff.  The little bit I have had to deal with sends my head spinning.  I am thankful for his attentive nature.  And that he pays attention to the details.

 

I am thankful for this...