It’s not our anniversary.
It’s not his birthday.
It’s not Valentine’s Day.
It’s not Father’s Day.
It’s not a day of any sort of significance.
And those are exactly the days when I love and appreciate him the most.
Well, it is Friday and I did just get to spend four full days alone with him.
I don’t tell my husband enough how much every little thing he does to keep our family together matters, how grateful I am for him and how much I love him.
Todd works hard, he’s an amazing father, supportive husband and tolerates all my bullshit.
Why I will never know.
I love his dry sense of humor, the random Tuesday he picks up dinner, the way he loves our dog as if he was a third child, they way he wakes up each morning with Lucas to play, his obsession for shoes and jackets and the way he supports me, listens intently and always has my back.
He’s also kind and witty, very charming and devastatingly handsome.