Day 7

Today, I am thankful for Ace.

He helps take care of me when I feel bad (right now, my sinuses aren't fully sure they want to allow oxygen in through my nose seemingly because it's cold). He makes me soup and hot chocolate and is all caring about making sure I'm doing well and starting to feel better.

He makes me laugh, even when I feel like crying (even when he's the one who made me feel like crying). He brightens my day. He talks in silly accents randomly, just to make me laugh. He works good paying jobs so I can be a housewife.

He listens to me when I need to talk and even normally listens when I start babbling. He teases, but will back off quickly when he can see it's not getting the desired response of a smile. He puts up with my quirks well most of the time, and encourages me to be a better person.

He's perfect for me and I wouldn't trade him for anyone else. He's my other half. He understands me better than anyone else, I'm fairly sure. He's seen me looking my worst and still finds me extremely attractive. He's the kind of spouse I know I should be more often, and the kind of man who will be a wonderful father.

I love you, Ace. Thanks for being MY husband.