Things I’m Thankful For – Day Four: My wife
How do you even begin to thank someone who had every chance to run away and didn’t? Who has seen me at my worst and still loves me? My wife been beside me through some of the greatest turmoil I’ve ever faced and periods of the most change. She’s been my rock through it all.
There’s no doubt that we both have changed in seventeen years. We’ve been through a lot together, both highs and lows. We’ve watched our children grow. We’ve taken delight in their progress and successes and worried together about their challenges. We’ve nursed them and each other through illness. Every week, every month, every year has built up more and more common experiences that define our relationship and bind us together.
I spend my day out in the working world, but come evening I get to return home where my wife’s influence is everywhere. She’s in every corner of the house, in every decoration, every comfort, every scent, in every piece of furniture. She’s in every flowerbed, in every garden row, in every houseplant. Her touch, her signature is in everything around me, and it makes home home.
She supports me in my goals, encourages me in my tinkering. Whatever skill I’ve acquired in woodworking or invention is due to her, and I derive great satisfaction from making things she uses and enjoys.
She greets me with a kiss every night and sends me out into the world each morning with a hug and kiss (and a lunch to make co-workers jealous).
My wife is such a part of my life I likely don’t even realize just how big a hole she would leave if she weren’t there. I hope I never do. I can think of no better life than what I already have with her.