Thanks for getting up at 7:02 am with Picklebug and letting me sleep in until 9:18. Thanks for making the bed once I finally rolled out of it. Thanks for hanging out in the bathroom while I showered and listening to me tell you about my dream in which I tried calling my mom using a chicken nugget. And thanks for hugging me when I got out of the shower all teary-eyed because I still miss mom every day.
Thanks for bringing me coffee and offering to make me pancakes.
Thank you for watching Picklebug from 11:30 to 1:00 and then again from 1:50-4:00 while I took care of things at work and went to the grand opening of the new craft store. I know he was sleeping most of that time but the fact that you were willing to hang out in case our house caught on fire was greatly appreciated.
Thank you for doing the dishes even when I told you not to worry about them. Especially the pot with the three-day-old-rice-crusties stuck to the side.
Thanks also for taking me out to dinner tonight. Fried shrimp + Apple pie = happy Jen. And thanks for taking me to WM afterwards and buying me a Sally Hansen french manicure kit. My toes are fabulous once again because of you. And thanks for carrying Picklebug around the store and keeping him happy while I looked at baby stuff.
Thank you for giving Pickle his bath and for reading him "The Shy Little Kitten" three times while I straightened up the house.
Thank you for making sure I was equipped with fresh apple juice, a bowl of cherries and some Reese's Peanut Butter cups before you went out tonight.
Thanks in advance for the fresh cup of water I know will be on the bedside table when I go up to bed. Thank you for the sweet things you will say to me when we cuddle before going to sleep. Thanks for sleeping on less than your half of the bed to make room for my extra pillows and Mr. Hippo.
And thanks for being willing to do it all again tomorrow.
I love you always and everydays.
P.S. I love you again.