Why do I love my Joe? Let me count ten ways.
Ten years ago tonight I was in a hotel room.
At 11:00 a.m. the next morning I would put on a white hospital gown, walk through the operating room door and watch a surgeon pull my youngest to his first breath.
So for my Ten Things of Thankful this week, I’m concentrating on:
My Joe.
10. I’m thankful for your curls.
Though you’re not so sure about them some days.
9. Thankful that you still don’t care if I play my music. Though I’m not really sure what my music is these days.
8. Love the way your face falls into a trance as you paint.
7. Love the way we sit and talk in the car on the way to the way to and from school.
And the rest of the gigantic world doesn’t exist.
6. Thankful that you still don’t care much about what you wear.
Because I don’t either.
5. Thankful that you like to build things.
Because I do too. And now I have an excuse to play around with two x fours, hammers and nails.
4. That you constantly hand me marshmallow creme pumpkins.
3. You haven’t tipped over into adolescence.
When that happens, well, I don’t want to think about what happens when that happens.
2. To see your face light up when you make me laugh.
1. And most of all, I’m just thankful we are together. Of all the arms, you could have landed at 11:00 a.m., October 27 ten years ago,
The doctor and the good Lord placed you into mine.
What are you thankful for this week?
