With a Thankful Heart

Taking a page from Sophia’s blog, I’ve decided to put a stop to my sarcastic viewpoints of this life I’m living and have a thankful heart for this week. Each day pointing out a little something (or big) that I am thankful for.
First off, I’ll start with Drew. HELLO, what a guy. I’m so lucky I decided not to go on a mission and get married. The guy NEVER complains, oh… except about his back and a few of his more-unruly band students, but he never complains about ME. I am sure there are a few things that are worth complaining about (I’ve never noticed them, but others have). He is only grateful for what I provide for this family. The least of the things he could complain about is how I complain to him… about how I need more help, about how our children have d me all day, about how hard it is to make dinner while someone is pulling my pants off from below the knee. He just listens, and commiserates in my strain.
Drew is an extremely hard worker. Of course, I complain (is anyone noticing a theme here?) about things not getting done, but when the man rolls-up his sleeves and gets something done, it gets DONE. I’ll walk into the garage and it’s like a whole new place. I get chills running down my back just thinking about it.
Drew is funny, he’s smart, he’s great with our kids. The guy’s amazing and that’s right ladies, he’s all mine, so keep your hands off. Get your own slice of perfection.
Love you Drew… you’re the best decision I ever made.