I haven’t been doing a good job of keeping the posts I write and the posts I have shared organized so tonight when I was actually starting to organize all the stuff I have written I came across this.
Tonight my husband gave me praise. He gave me a hug and said “thank you.” At first I didn’t hear what he said as it came out a little mumbled and I was running around trying to get stuff done so when he stopped and asked me for a hug, I stopped, but I guess my mind was still racing.
He said “thank you”. He just got home from working 12 hours and will probably have another long day tomorrow. I had dinner ready and a happy baby, but the house was messy, laundry was not put away and I’d spent a good bit of time watching the World Series the last few days. My husband is not a sports fan so I’m not sure he gets the crazy in me when it comes to sports.
He said “thank you”. He works so I can go work out at the YMCA, go to weekly Bible study and the occasional trip to Disneyland. Sometimes I do not feel like I do enough.
I am so blessed and lucky to have such an amazing husband standing beside me. He loves me through the ups and downs and he appreciates all the little things I do for him.
Two small words, they mean so much. Thank + you = Good job.
This was written a few weeks after we moved to California and I remember how many hours he worked when we first moved here, but I didn’t remember this special moment. I think sometimes I forget all the things I do and only see the things I didn’t do. The messes I didn’t clean or the laundry that still needs to be washed or folded, but I guess somehow my husband was able to see past all the things I didn’t do and say thank you for the things I did. I feel so blessed to have him as my partner and loved finding this special memory.