I’m a bit late for Thankful Thursday but its been a hectic week. When things are tough it makes you appreciate people more.
This week I am thankful for a holiday I took to Surfers Paradise in 1985. It was on this holiday I met a man that became a very good friend. Just as the wind blew in Mary Poppins, so too did it gust him into my life. In 1987 he became my husband.
I am thankful I found such a caring, wonderful man. He has so many beautiful traits.
He is a wonderful son. The genuine care he shows to his dad is warming. His dad lives alone now since losing his wife (my MIL). He visits his dad every Wednesday for dinner and Sundays for the afternoon. This week his dad had a very debilitating fall and is in hospital. It has been very tough coping for my husband. I hate watching his stress and feel helpless but I think listening to him and being there is a comfort.
He is a fantastic dad. When the kids were newborns he was a hands-on dad. He was a stay-at-home dad for a few years too. As the kids grew older he would run them around to sports and functions. He took interest in sports they played, volunteering as scorekeeper, umpire etc. Consequently he has a close relationship with his adult children. Nothing has ever been too much trouble.
I’m the first one to joke about him but I really do appreciate the fantastic husband I have. He never forgets a birthday and always buys his own gifts for me at Christmas even if the gifts are odd at times .I have a little girl Pandora charm he gave me one Christmas. On asking the significance of his choice his reply was something along the lines of ‘I knew you liked charms but I didn’t have my glasses on to see what I chose’ (but least he went shopping).
He always sends flowers for Valentine’s Day and anniversaries – even if the card for an anniversary once said “Just another year xxx”. I was angry reading the card and asked why he had the card written that way. He looked perplexed wondering what was wrong with his words. Phone ordering the flowers the florist asked what name and comment to write on the card he had said he wanted just ‘Another Year xxx’.
He does the washing and ironing (well he does get to watch DVDs or Foxtel while he irons). He checks my car has enough petrol in it (I hate pumping petrol). He works hard in our garden.
He isn’t without fault though. I’m infuriated often, by the rigid plans he make and routines he likes (I’m not a routine person). I’m irritated by his monopolisation of our big screen TV and the remote control. I detest his enjoyment of war documentaries and love of old British TV shows. I get angry that on weekends (he leaves for work at 6:30 am and doesn’t arrive home until 7pm) holidays away he likes to sleep in so we miss the early morning hours and our days are shorter. But these are really just surface scratches.
Thought I better post this quick before he does something to annoy me and I scrap the post …hahaha