There are TWO of us now

Sigh.

Just saw that my own dirty socks, bra and underwear were left laying on the floor.

Hours earlier, they rested nearby my husband's dirty shirt, pants, socks and underwear. While I applaud his effort to pick up his dirty laundry, placing it into the hamper, a part of me is disappointed that he didn't pick mine up as well.

I'm in a near-constant state of picking up clothes (and toys... and dishes... and garbage... and recyclables, etc.)

When I pour drinks for meals, I pour for everyone, but myself (first) – making sure that there is enough. (I'm secretly sad for all of the times when my husband will pour a glass for himself and leave my glass empty or when he forgets to get glasses out for our kids; his response is normally "What?!?! Sorry, I'm hungry!")

I'm secretly sad when I see that my husband has cleared HIS place from the table, leaving mine there.

I'm secretly sad when I hear him going into the freezer to scoop a bowl of ice cream, but rarely considers getting one for me.

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I'm very thankful for all of the times that he cooks for me/us. My heart melts when I hear him announce "Go tell Mommy that breakfast is ready!"

I'm thankful for his little surprises... like when he bought me a Reeces peanut butter pumpkin or a pack of Dr. Peppers (shortly after I had declared that I was craving them).

I'm thankful for the times when he takes my car and brings it back to me... washed and full of gas.

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Instead of scolding me "You should be in bed!", I would someday like to hear "It was really sweet of you to stay up so that you could say HI to me and hear about my day. THANK YOU!"

I AM SO LUCKY TO HAVE HIM IN MY LIFE!!!