six years.

Today I’m thankful for the love of a man that is never-ending and without fail, full of grace and respect.

I’m thankful that although our home is not always clean, and dinner sometimes comes from a cereal box – he never complains.

I’m thankful today that he loves our boys with every ounce of him.

I’m thankful that on the days I don’t get a chance to get fancied up (which is quite often) he still showers me with kisses.

I’m thankful for our arguments, for our serious talks, and that he still tickles me after all these years.

Six years later and he still gives me butterflies. I feel pretty blessed.