Grateful

What or who are you grateful for?

I'm grateful to Paul. I have a very kind husband. That's really important to me after being treated so unkindly for most of my childhood. I think it's his best quality. And that's probably why I'm really protective of him when someone tries to take advantage of him. Kindness like his is rare and needs to be kept safe from the users and abusers of the world. I don't mind fighting them because I'm used to that battle.

It's not just his kindness. It's his ability to make me laugh. I see his goofiness and something in me melts. I can see him as the boy he was and I like him. I really like my husband. He's a good person.

He spoils me. I'm grateful for that. I am taken cared of really well. He's aware of my body's limitations and never makes me feel bad about it. He is super on guard when I do too much because he can't stand to see me in pain. And I'll admit....I'm in pain a lot. But I have a husband who takes care of me, and genuinely feels invested in my wellbeing. It's more than my own mother has ever done. I'm used to facing health issues alone. It makes it worse when you're alone though. Being scared is multiplied because there's not someone there to hold your hand. But after Paul, that no longer happens. I wake up from anesthesia and he's there.

So let's see, he's kind, he's funny, he spoils me.

Oh! He's up for fun. I have lots of ideas and he's game for them. There might be some hesitation at first but he'll do it. Gardening, ballroom dancing, meditation, fasting. He's game. I love it. I think I'm helping him discover a part of himself he didn't realize was there. So, in a way, I guess we're both growing.

I'm grateful to have a partner like him. Life is hard and he makes it easier. I mean, it's still hard, that's for sure, but it's tolerable with him by my side.

I truly feel that he's my miracle, and I'm an atheist! I wake up every morning and I know how lucky I am.

That's what I'm most grateful for.