Gratitude

I am thankful for a husband who takes the time to soothe a restless child to sleep. Even when he is out of energy. I am greatful for a husband who took a shift last night with a sick baby-- changing many diapers, washing sheets in the wee hours of the morning, giving a 4 a.m. bath to the smelliest child in Alabama--to allow me to recover from many nights of the same. He had worked all day and faced another 12 hour shift at the hospital today. I am so thankful for his sacrifice, his love for me and our children.

I would maintain that thanks are the

highest form of thought, and that

gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.

-Gilbert Keith Chesterton