Better for Joy

On most days it’s easy to take the small things for granted.

My morning cup of tea that she leaves covered on the kitchen counter, prepared the night before. The “I love you” note she surprises me with once a week in my lunch bag. The lunch in said lunch bag. The warmth in her eyes that take away all the tension of the day the second I arrive home.

All that is amazing about her gets lost in the shuffle of my routine. I find myself constantly pressing for a better life for my family, and as that goal comes closer, it can be easy to lose track of why there is a goal in the first place.

The truth is that on most days, I worry about Makayla and about Aiden, but not about her. I wonder about the job I am doing as a father with Mak, and about how I am preparing for the arrival of our little man. How my  actions will affect their future.

But not her. She has always been the constant. The hand that guides me through my lost moments is always hers. It has been there for so long that I find myself often forgetting how lucky I am to always be able to count on it.

So today, before I go to buy her a bag of M&M’s (our tradition,) before she wakes up to start her day as our Superwoman, I wanted to take a moment to appreciate her.

I Love You Gabby.

P.S. Now sleep in until noon so I have time to go buy something last minute honey.