30 Days of Thanks - Day 1 - Beards

Yeah, I know; it's been done before.  It's become somewhat of a Facebook "tradition."  But, sadly,  it's something I've never actively participated in.  And, in light of the craziness that's been my life over the last few months, I think it's time for me to focus on what I DO have, the things that God has blessed me with.  The things that I so often forget to thank Him for on a daily basis.

Todd is so cool; he meets celebrities on a regular basis.  They're jealous of his beard. 

So - Day 1:

No surprise here... I'm super thankful for my husband, Todd!  He may threaten divorce or just give me a killer wedgie for posting this, but I'll ask for forgiveness later rather than seek permission. I mean, how can I NOT be thankful for him?   He grows his own scarf.  It doesn't get much more amazing than that.

If you've known Todd and I for more than three seconds, you know that we're not one of those mushy, lovey-dovey, vomit-inducing couples.  In fact, we often take pleasure in gently mocking these displays of affection from others.  If you're one of those couples... I'm sorry. We still love you.  Don't be offended.  That's just how we roll.  You can kiss and hug and tell the world that your pookie-butt is just the most amazing creation since sliced bread; that's okay, it's your prerogative.  Todd and I will just tell each other that we're lazy turds, fight over who took the dog out to poop last, and then we'll put on our pajamas and watch Anchorman.  Or maybe even Willy Wonka if we're feeling really crazy.

But, in all honesty, y'all know that I really do love my hubby.  (See how I worked  in a "Southern" term there?  I never, ever thought I'd say "y'all."  I'm weak.  I'm a conformist.)  I love him a whole, whole lot.  I realize more and more every day that I'm pretty darn lucky to have someone in my life that's as warped as I am... I'm allowed to be my crazy, unbalanced self and he's totally okay with that and actively participates in the shenanigans.  Oh, the stories we have.  Interpretive dance time in the bathroom as we get ready for work in the mornings,  blasting and singing NKOTB and Backstreet Boys in the car (please don't divorce me, dear, dear husband), random fashion shows (not dirty ones... geez, get your minds out of the gutter people!), watching "our" movies over and over and over and over again... the list goes on.

(I know, you want these pajamas.)

Not that we have a perfect marriage by any means.  I nag, I'm annoying, and I tend to leave the wet clothes in the washing machine.  A lot.  Like 87% of the time.  I complain about my hair at least 13 times every day, that I'm getting fat (but don't get off my lazy butt to go exercise)... you know, the typical stuff.  I'm moody, and when I'm sick, well, I may as well be lying on my death bed, asking for a priest to come and read me my last rights with family and friends gathered around my bedside, holding hands and singing "Amazing Grace."

Typical... the world is coming to an end if I have a headache.  Or cramps.  Or cough.

We've had some pretty fantastic fights, too.  One involved me throwing a stiletto straight at his head as hard as I could possibly throw.  For reference, I don't throw well at all.  It was probably more like a squirrel throwing a marshmallow at a velociraptor.  Clearly, I was steamed about something.  Funny enough, that didn't go over so well with Todd.  So, as I'm dramatically storming away from him and stomping up the stairs to the bonus room, he catches the back of my knee with his foot and I fall forward... fast... hard... flat on my face.  Don't get the wrong idea - he's not abusive.  It was actually hilarious.  I mean, it was hilarious later.  In the moment, I couldn't even form coherent sentences.  I'm sure that my comeback involved something really cunning and witty like "I hate you. I'm moving back to Ohio."

My hubby has also taught me a lot, even though he might not think so.  He's shown me that it's okay to have fun and let go every now and again.  He's helped me to "understand" basketball and also molded me into a Duke Blue Devils fan.  I have to be, it's in the marriage contract.  He's shown me that it's GOOD to tease each other, make fun of yourself, and just enjoy life.  I'm really, really thankful for that.  He's super duper.

Plus, he has an epic beard.  Once, when he was going through the drive-thru at Taco Bell, the cashier told him that he "has the beard of a god." That's the ultimate compliment. 

I hope you have someone fun in your life to be thankful for today!!!

~ Heather