Gratitude

I am aware that my blogs appeal to quite different audiences, but I cannot decide where today’s entry should live… so I am posting it to both blogs.


The OH left for work this morning very tired and not in the best of health. But he went in to his office with a smile and hugs and kisses for the girls and myself.

His job is incredibly demanding and very, very stressful, (hence the recurrent bad health). He works with people who, and I am being generous when I say this, are less than cooperative and pleasant to be around. He works tirelessly every day, with very little recognition or support, and comes home to us three loony girls and whatever chaos is waiting for him here.

He is never too busy for us. His motto in life is, and has been since the day I met him, “there is always time for a hug”. I know, without doubt, that I am his top priority. I can call on him anytime for anything and he will deliver. Yes, I scold him for spending too much time playing games on his phone, but when the shit hits the fan he is there. Always.

I truly think I got the better end of the deal in this relationship. I have no idea how he puts up with me. He endures my endless chatter, my anxieties, my depressive dark thoughts, my hormonal moods. He laughs with me when I am silly and playful, he joins in singing in the car, he dances with me in the kitchen. He is generous, with his time and with material things. He is kind, funny and, (*although he does get it wrong sometimes), he always does his best.

I never feel I do enough to support him or show him how much he means to me. I do my best to make sure he comes home to a loving and happy home. When we hear him come in through the door every evening the girls and I literally run to greet him and I love to see how happy that makes him.

I take care of all the domestic tasks so that once he gets home he can relax and unwind, (ok, ok, he does take care of the bins!). I listen when he has a gripe or dilemma about work and try to help him work it out. I take great pride and pleasure in cooking his meals, making sure his shirts are washed and ironed, making good healthy lunches for him to take into work. It feels the very least I can do.

And yet I do not think I do enough. How can I?

As well as working so hard to keep us fed, watered and sheltered, he relieves me of the burden of things I find too stressful to deal with. He takes care of all the nasty financial jobs such as finding the best deals in insurance, utilities and general admin. I take an incredibly ‘ostrich with her head in the sand’ approach to such matters. I can hear my feminist sisters screaming at me now that I need to be more in control of these things. I know that if anything happened to him I would be very vulnerable and quite helpless. He is the grown up and I am the silly kid.

I felt the need to write this today to let him know that each and every little thing he does for me and our family is appreciated. I wanted to tell him, very publicly, how much I love him and how grateful I am to have met him all those years ago.

For the record, (and before you all throw up as a result of my sentimentality today), we have not always been happy. We had some very difficult times, and there were even points where we weren’t sure we would make it. But at the end of the day, neither of us could imagine life without our best friend.

I believe in soul mates… why? Because I met mine 25 years ago.

💋

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*randomly pointing out that Lily has a shorter life expectancy than me, causing me to tear up was not your best moment babe…

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11 thoughts on “Gratitude

  1. Thank you for such a loverly blogpost. You mightn’t think it but your support is amazing. No-one could ever feel as supported. (Remember the 6 foot plus guy in College you practically beat up because he accidentally injured me playing football? – that the kind of complete support you give – totally fanatical). You are such an amazing caring and thoughtful person who always gives her time to help others so I’m sure other readers here would laugh at the possibility that you’re not supportive – its totally the opposite. (Most people wouldn’t have said stop the car and jumped out without even looking to rescue that lost boy down the town a couple of weeks ago – a lot of people would have left it for someone else to deal with).

    I know I’ve got the better end of the relationship – a wonderful, caring sexy talented woman to come home to each day who looks after me as if I was royalty.

    Love ya.

    BTW apologies to your other readers for the smoochy schmaltz above.

  2. What a gorgeous relationship you two have – so lovely to see people still appreciating each other after so long. Sometimes it’s tough to stick with a relationship when times are tough, but sticking around can be the best thing ever.
    So lovely – and happy for you both 🙂

  3. This is beautiful. And I know that he wouldn’t go through what he does if he didn’t see what an amazing thing he has. That you each feel the same way about the other, that is rare and valuable, and you’re so fortunate to have each other. 🙂 Love you both, my surrogate brother and sister 🙂

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