I think there are days when I know I'm lucky. And then there are days when I forget. It seems, the longer those stretches of forgetting - the more likely I am to wake up one day, weighted with the heaviness of gratitude. Not that gratitude is a burden. It's just that we can feel it so immensely, sometimes as a result of incidence - or sometimes simply because it floods the far recesses of our hearts and minds and reminds us to appreciate - to love - to be thankful. Such was this morning.
And for no reason in particular, except that as I tiptoed into our bedroom after letting him sleep a couple of hours more - breakfast tray full of goodies, in hand - his awakening from slumber had such an innocence and adorableness to it that the gratitude began to flow. The etchings of a good sleep in comfy sheets written all over his face, and the grin inching towards his eyes with delight at the discovery of my morning surprise. Even now as I hear the echoes of our lawnmower bounce off the brick walls of our lovely home, I'm thinking of a myriad of things for which I'm grateful for about him. The things I appreciate so much about who he is and what he does.
These sorts of things...
- He wonders about the most absurd, random and imaginative things.
- He reminds me to dream.
- He makes my dreams come true.
- He gets things done.
- He never does anything halfway.
- He tells me to go to the pool with my best friend on a day which had previously been designated yardwork day.
- He communicates with me, whether or not I'm resistant to doing so.
- He sings in the shower, without regard to audience.
- He often tells me the meals I get around to cooking these days are better than any he could have at even our most favorite of restaurants.
- He is the king of post-it love notes.
- He is clean as a whistle and yet, strangely never afraid to get dirty.
- He would shower three times a day if he could.
- He sleeps (and snores) hard.
- He makes faces at me.
- He could walk around our house everyday inspecting the health of our plants, trees, and shrubs, never growing weary of the chore.
- He asks, just about everyday, to see the baby... by which he means my belly.
- He lets me be a kid sometimes, in the way I really wasn't able to as an actual child.
- He is a kid... often.
- He plays with me.
- He travels with me.
- He has never once turned down a request from me to do his fingertips on my arm or back.
- He would trade every dollar or luxury in the world for my happiness and peace.
- He is so patient.
- He is undeservedly kind.
... to name just a few.
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