To My Husband,
I want you to know some things…
…that you very well know, but I want to remind you again.
You are amazing.
And since you read every one of my posts, even telling me if you didn’t know me at all, you’d still read them because you enjoy them so much, I hope you don’t mind me taking a moment to broadcast my affection for you, in thank-you form.
Thank you for the evenings you find the animals and me in the garden after a long day’s work, a warm smile atop a strong jawline I find… well, you know how I find it.
Thank you for bringing a book home to me you discovered while looking for sheds, sneaking yet again into a weathered homestead hidden but a few miles way with no indication of it’s existence.
Thank you for simply relaxing with me outside, when there are a million other things you could be doing with that vein-strong work ethic.
Thank you for making me laugh as you channel Temple Grandin, a woman highly respected by cattlemen and women.
Thank you for your adoration to a sweet pup, unknowingly demonstrating strong character.
Thank you for fixing stuff. I cannot express how much I appreciate this.
Thank you for building beautiful creations, for seeing joy find you in working with your hands.
Thank you for every hug, for every kiss, for when in every unpleasant moment you’ve offered me grace when I might not have been so generous.
Thank you for being forgiving when the world isn’t.
Thank you for saying I look pretty when I don’t.
Thank you for being the quiet kind of masculine that makes this girl love being a woman.
Thank you for brewing coffee in the mornings.
Thank you for pulling out ticks.
Thank you for liking the array of colors this house is now painted.
Thank you for wearing the plain purple hat I knitted as you watch TV.
Thank you for showing me your love and gratefulness every day.
Thank you for walking the walk.
Thank you for being a friend to all.
Thank you for being you.
I like you a lot.
PS. Thank you for being handsome, even though you had little to do with that.