Happy Thanksgiving!

This year I have a number of things to be thankful for but first and foremost is my husband.

In the last two months, we’ve been working on a home construction project and for the last week (while he was on vacation) Spouse has us within inches of being complete. Not only that, when I got home from work on Wednesday he’d cleaned the entire house – not just his construction cleanup. But those are the little things.

My husband is an awesome dude for a multitude of reasons:

He’s secure enough not to care when I come home with a new tattoo/piercing/incredibly short hair cut without warning him in advance. He puts up with my craziness with an incredible amount of calm. While I’ve been doing NaNoWriMo this month, he’s tolerated an epic number of frozen dinners. He’s smart, he’s sexy, he’s funny and he’s still my favorite person to hang out with. We have great conversation and though we don’t always agree, we keep talking. He’s got a great sense of humor, a generous spirit and an infinite capacity to surprise me with loud sneezes.

He’s still a Lions fan (a testament to his patience), which makes me glad we live across country and very rarely have to suffer the torture of watching them fuck up another game on TV. While we don’t have all the same taste in music, we share an appreciation for watching people blow shit up on big screens, Modern Family and endless comedies whose most (least?) redeeming feature is bathroom humor. We share an affinity for good crime procedurals, zombie apocalypse TV, interesting serial killer fiction and Glee. While we diverge at NCIS and Twitter (me) and Fox News and technophobia (him) we make each other laugh and get on each others nerves and, at the end of the day, still choose to be here.

I wake up every day knowing how blessed I am for that.

Love you, babe.