Gratitude

gratitude n : a feeling of thankfulness and appreciation

For me, I really do try to be thankful every day for something. The other day, I was grumbling because stuff kept falling out of our freezer. Instead of getting aggrabated (My daughter’s term), I said out loud (I was on the phone at the time) “…and yes, I KNOW how lucky I am that having too much food can be considered a problem.” I really do try to look at those things like that – especially when my very ummm rambunctious 3 yr old, when she’s on my last nerve… I remind myself of how incredibly lucky I am to have her at all, and that she’s able to talk (& yell & scream) at all, when so many children in this country & world are so so so much worse off.

My point is, I am grateful for things every day and I try not to take those things for granted. Also, I did start this out last night, but then my “gratitude” person kinda pissed me off, so I had to throw it into drafts for the night LOL But regardless if I was annoyed or not, these feelings for him are constant (my gratitude, not the pissiness LOL)  Anyways, today my gratitude goes for having my man. My honey. My mate. My significant other. My Love.

As I’ve written many times, he & I haven’t always been the perfect couple. There have been times when I wished he’d go back to Tennessee. And then, he ::became::. I don’t know if it was some sort of mid-life crisis or what, but for whatever reason, he ::became:: the man I needed. The man I wanted. The man he was meant to be. He’s affectionate, he’s sexy, unbelievably so – and not just during “those” times – There’s nothing sexier to me than a man tending to his children. He’s smart and incredibly talented. He cooks, he cleans, he can and DOES do the laundry. He changes diapers, he soothes, he bathes, he feeds. He’s the best father a woman could ever want for her children. He’s put up with so much with me and my moods, my interests and my disinterests. He’s challenged me and my thoughts. He’s not perfect, but he’s perfect for me.

I know how lucky I am to have found a man that I can easily see spending the rest of my life with. I’ve seen what some people go through with their mates. The ones that they think (or thought) were their perfect others. The ones that continue to talk themselves into the idea that it’s a great match. I’m lucky in that I don’t have to do that. I can see his imperfections and know how to work around them when need be.

So today, I’m grateful for my love. The love of my life, to be sure. Even when he pisses me off, I still can’t imagine being with anybody else. I love you, honey.