Thanksgiving Letter to My Husband
Ian
I am grateful for …
your humor
your smile
your ceaseless, devoted love
your boundless curiosity and need to know
your intelligence and courage
the way you hold me at night and I melt into you
how I can always find safety in your arms
your tireless caretaking and delicious cooking
the way you will play Legos for hours, create movies and games, build with, cook with, read to
and otherwise spend time with our children
they soak up every moment with you
the way you do the things I don’t want to do because you want to spare me
the way shield me from news or stories that will hurt me
our sweet children,
with all their random noises and sticky fingers and smelly feet
how they are intense and playful
learn every moment,
and trust that their world is safe and beautiful
because it is
they are the gifts we gave to and share with each other
and they crack open my heart to make it bigger every day
our health
and healthy relationships
our community of creative darlings
and loving family
how we are nestled in among all these loving people
who share with us their stories and wisdom and passions
our beautiful, wacky home
with its hundreds of colors and clutter of goofy, artistic treasures
its happy memeories
its fullness and warmth
its laughter and chaos and rhythms
how it always has enough
the way we are always filling it up with our friends
the garden, which is our labor of love
that pleases me with each blossom and every leaf
and reminds me to celebrate small things
These things, and so many more, are my blessings and I’m grateful for all that we are and all that we have built together—for so many of my blessings circle back to you, my love.
