Thankful Thursday

I can't remember whose blog it was where I first saw Thankful Thursday, but I found it during a time when I really needed it. In retrospect, it really wasn't that difficult, and even in the middle of it I knew that my "problems" were sort of, well, ridiculous compared to the real opposition that faces people today. Everyone struggles to adjust to motherhood. In my heart I know that even those amazing women who seemed to make the transition seamlessly had their share of tears and phone calls to their own mothers and feelings of doubt and guilt and anxiety.
Anyway back to Thankful Thursday...so at that point whenever I felt overwhelmed, I would write down things I was thankful for on a yellow legal pad on the kitchen table. I left it on that table where I could read it whenever I wanted. Some days I spent a lot of time at the kitchen table!
So today on my first blogged (is that a word?) Thankful Thursday, I am most thankful for my husband. Duh, right. Isn't everyone thankful for their husband? But mine is exceptional. (Yes I know yours is too, but hear me out) A couple of years ago when we had first moved here to AZ, my Poppa was not in great shape. He frequently would fall, and my Nana hurt herself a few times trying to get him up. One day my Poppa fell and Nana really had no chance of getting him up. Poppa had fallen in the bathroom, and my delicate Nana did not want one of his daughters or granddaughters to see him that way. So she called Loren. He didn't hesitate or claim that it wasn't his responsibility, he just went over there, picked up my Poppa (who was definitely not his usual kind and loving self at this point) and cleaned him up. Loren didn't even tell me about it for a few days. That is an exceptional man.
I'm thankful for his diligent attention to our finances, even when I wish he wasn't so diligent so I could slip a few things in here and there *wink wink*. I'm thankful that he gives me a little break in the evenings by reading to the Little Bee before bed. I'm thankful that he doesn't mention the messy house or the half cooked dinner when he gets home from his own sometimes challenging job. And man am I thankful that he puts his own laundry away....