One of Mama Kat’s writing prompts this week was “Something you’re thankful for.” Like any dweeby wife, my first thought of course was of my family – my amazing husband, my adorable intelligent funny kiddos, even my stupid slobbering dog who is occasionally pleasant to be around. I’m thankful for a roof over my head, enough heat and clean water to keep us comfortable, a refrigerator that stays stocked with enough food for us to eat, a healthy family (knock on wood) and you know, books. But the thing that really makes ALL of that possible and keeps me truly sane on even the most trying of days is that husband of mine.

The one who works 9 to 5 7 to 6 and rarely complains. The one who (tries) to remind me to eat healthy, be active, stretch once in a blue moon and take a deep breath before going off into the deep end of a mood swing. The one who cooks dinner when I’m too tired, keeps me in supply of books and coffee, wakes up early to help get the kids ready for school, makes a Tardis out of a cardboard box complete with working light on top, wrestles with the dog to help him burn energy, fixes things when they are broken, builds things when they are needed, takes out the trash, scolds my computer when it’s being naughty, and also frankly just rocks at being a husband, father and human being.

My husband is good at everything. It’s a fact. But he’s humble and doesn’t let it go to his head which is sweet of him. Don’t get me wrong – he’s human, probably. But I would be remiss if I didn’t brag every now and then about the fact that I won the husband lottery. I found a guy who understands how important communication, compromise, team work and awesomeness are to a healthy marriage. I found a guy who gets just as geekily excited about tv shows like Doctor Who and Sherlock, that awesome song I won’t shut up about or that cool board game as I do (Cards Against Humanity, anyone?). He only sometimes corrects my bad grammar and he doesn’t tease me absolutely relentlessly about my addiction to Project Runway / Top Model / The Next Singing Labradoodle Top Chef Model Competition (I would so watch that).

I am thankful for my husband who keeps all the pieces together. For being the peanut butter to my jelly. Today is his birthday and he’ll be no doubt helping get the kids to school, going to work like usual and then coming home to a rushed dinner before we go to a cub scout meeting and then put the kids to bed so they can get up at the crack of dawn and do it all over again. Probably without complaint. I’ll spoil him when I can with birthday gifts and praise – but in the meantime: