Thanksgiving: he.

I am so very thankful for my Husband. My one. Ours is a story of second chances, redemption, grace, joy and so much love.

He brings me coffee {well, lately it's orange juice} and cereal first thing in the morning.

He rolls out of bed 7 times a night so I can go to the bathroom.

He shares that bed with 6 pillows, a dog and a very pregnant wife.

He holds my hand and smooches me in public and makes up silly songs that make me laugh.

His gentleness and high integrity and giving all heart point me to Christ.

He cries with me and for me.

He takes the dog out every single morning so I don't have to be cold before 8am.

He cares for and about my family like his own.

He remembers me with cards, just because he knows I cherish being thought of.

He remembers and misses grandpa every day.

He hasn't missed a single doctors appointment in the last 9 months - not one.
He gives up his free Saturdays to cater a women's tea at church that I've helped organize.

He does the laundry so I don't have to go in the {formerly} mouse-infested laundry room.

He gave me a blank check for my birthday so I could buy something pretty to wear during/post labor.

He dances with me in the kitchen and makes up little humming tunes for us to sway to.

He notices when the computer is dying and plugs it in for me.

He makes me feel lovely and adored, when he's the lovely adored one.

What a blessing God has given me in him!
-anna
{girlwithblog&husby}