I have been feeling extra grateful for this man of mine lately.
Grateful that we found each other. Grateful that he loves me with a big crazy love I never could have dreamed of. Grateful that he works harder than anyone I've ever met (I'm talking 48 hours at a time, and usually 7 days a week) to provide above and BEYOND for us. Grateful that he puts up with me. Grateful that he knows my true colors- the good the bad and the ugly, and still loves me just the same. Grateful that he spoils me rotten, giving me every single thing I ever want in every sense of the word. Grateful that he is a godly man who leads this family. Grateful that getting up early while I'm still sleeping to bring me Starbucks in bed is just an every day affair with him, not a special occasion. Grateful that he puts me first. Grateful that he makes me laugh. Grateful to God for giving him to me.
I'm grateful he's mine.
I'm also grateful that he's so handsome. That never hurts.