he keeps gas in my van. he went last night and filled me up so that i wouldn't have to do it this morning.
he unloads the dishwasher for me every. single. morning. can i just tell you how much that means to me? it's my most dreaded chore. every once in a while he has an early morning meeting/breakfast and he doesn't get it done, but he always leaves me a note apologizing. isn't that sweet?
he helps the kids with their homework. (another of my least favorite tasks).
he picks up the slack in laundry when i fall behind. and i'm behind these days.
he gives me starbucks gift cards because he knows i have a fond affection for non-fat chai lattes.
he makes me laugh. even when i'm mad. which usually helps me snap out of it and get back in the happies. (yeah, we call it the happies).
he tells me i'm beautiful. especially when i feel anything BUT.
he calls me from work...multiple times a day. just to say hi.
he eats whatever i make for dinner, without complaining. (that's more than i can say for our children).
he works hard so that i can be at home full-time. and he loves that i have time during the day to spend with friends.
he adores our children.
he has a huge heart. a tender heart too. (we're not afraid of tears around here.)
i love you, j.