I’m not sure I will ever feel as though I say “thank you” enough times or with enough meaning to the people in my life who have helped me. There is no amount of thanking my parents that will ever make up for the hell I put them through when I was a teen. My children probably will not understand why I thank them for their hugs and kisses until they have children of their own.
Perhaps the person in my life whom I thank the least – and arguably deserves to be thanked the most – is my husband.
He is a man who thinks in simple terms – as I am slowly learning most men do – who simply wants me to be happy. He operates with that goal in mind every day. Yes, he says the wrong thing sometimes and he doesn’t always do the thing I asked him to do because he says I never asked him to do it even though I asked him no fewer than six times.
He really does just want me to be happy, and I do not think I thank him enough for all he does.
My love, thank you for serving as a wonderful role model to our children with your work ethic, your commitment to fitness and your ability to not sweat the small stuff. If I were to die today, I could die happy knowing that my children are in hands that are more than capable.
Thank you for getting me my water when I’m too tired to get off the couch to do it.
Thank you for telling me every day that you think I’m beautiful. Maybe you come right out and say it, or maybe it’s the way you look at me, or maybe I overhear you say something to the kids. No matter how you do it, I notice it, and I don’t tell you often enough how much that means to me.
On that note, thank you for pretending not to notice that I have facial hair removal cream in the bathroom.
Thank you for supporting me at every turn. You always are on my side, even if I don’t see it at first. To have that kind of unwavering advocate in my life is invaluable.
Thank you for loving my flaws. You somehow even find humor in my imperfections, like my inability to park your car in the garage the way you want me to, or the annoying color commentary I provide during your INCREDIBLY IMPORTANT football games.
Thank you for meaning it when you say you think I’m the best. Your understanding of my love for superlatives has been a crucial part of our marriage working the way it does.
Thank you for rubbing my legs after a hard workout and for helping me stretch, even when you know I can’t or won’t reciprocate.
Thank you for never judging me for my love of bad movies. And thank you even more for taking the kids so I can watch them alone.
Thank you for being my partner not only as a parent, but also as we move through life. You have helped me navigate the struggles with the kids, with work, with friends, with people who used to be friends, with family, with loss, with failures and with the little things that I fashion into giant things.
I know I don’t say it enough, and that this won’t make up for all the times in the future that I don’t say it, but here it is: thank you. For all of it. Times 100.