thank you for not making fun of me for that one time i tried subliminal messages to get you to stop using tobacco. yeah. you woke up and said, in a very calm, normal tone..."what the hell, moon?" and i pretended to be sleeping, even though you knew what i was doing/saying to you ("stop dipping. you don't need kodiak. it's bad for you...")
thank you for never passing judgement on my mothering skills...like that one time, when the girls were little, i chased them with the vacuum cleaner so they'd leave me alone for a couple of minutes. or the one time i told you i played hide and go seek with the girls and hid someplace and didn't come out for a little while longer than usual...
thank you for always coming home from work, greeting me with, "how's the love of my life doing today?" no matter how crappy your day was.
thank you for getting that physical when i freaked out and was convinced you had heart disease, or high cholesterol, or high blood pressure, or something. even though you didn't have the time to do it, you went and saw the doctor and had all the blood drawn to find that there is NOTHING wrong with your health.
thank you for being the father to our kids that i've always hoped they'd have. you're often times doing the things i don't want to, like that one time maddie had to get that thing-y on her face lanced. or when the girls had plantar warts on their feet that had to be frozen off. or anything to do with vomit. i still can't do vomit...or pulling of teeth. <yeeps>
thank you for convincing me we needed a babysitter. date night was your idea and i'm so happy we still have one night together every week.
the first nineteen years together have been wonderful. i can't wait to spend the next nineteen with you.