Thanks for Matthew

Missed a day once again. As always I am extra thankful for Matt on his birthday, but I am thankful for him every day. I just think it’s funny that a guy I met when I was 18 years old turned out to be the perfect guy for me. We met 18 years ago, and so now I’ve known him for as long as I haven’t known him. But, not surprisingly, it feels like I’ve known him my whole life. 

I’m thankful for the intimacy and vulnerability and laughs and tears and fights and ideas and prayers and plans and four growing kids that represent our 18 years together. 

I’m thankful that he makes dinner for us every Sunday and is in charge of the house and kids at least once a week when I work. 

I’m thankful that he works constantly, at the office or at home or while we take extended trips to see family, but also does way more as a dad and part-time homemaker than most men I know. 

I’m thankful that he lets me sleep in. 

I’m thankful that he does our taxes. 

I’m thankful for his calm and curious temperament. I’m thankful for his face and his laugh and his super weird jokes. I’m thankful for my whole life which revolves unapologetically around him.