Oh my, I feel like my verbal cup runneth over today!  I have so much I would love to say.  But first, thank you for all the anniversary wishes!

We had a nice evening…dinner, Christmas shopping, bookstore browsing, alone…although we are at the parenting stage where sometimes we find ourselves so enjoying the amazing quiet when we’re together without the crew that we forget to talk to each other!  But there’s an amazing peace in those moments too.

I am thankful for my Mr. Fix-It.  He works so very hard to provide not just for our needs, but for our wants too.  Last Christmas he spent hours in the garage at night after work making my crafting workshop.  This year he’s back out there banging away to make the Ladybug a doll bed for her American Girl doll.  (It’s beautiful–pictures will be coming!)  He supports and indulges my interests and passions, from a new laptop, to a new printer, to budgeting and saving for a new camera–even our horses are as much because he knows I love them as for the kids.

I am thankful for my Mr. Fix-It.  He is steady.  He is stable.  He is trustworthy and dependable.  He is sincere.  He is not a quitter.  Even if he’s unhappy, even if he’s sick, even if he’s hurt, he sees the it through.  He’s an anchor when I’d be tossed away. He’s committed when I want to run.  He’s sane when I’m flying apart at the seams.

“Cause when I’m a bullet shot out of a gun…Cause when I’m a firecracker coming undone…When I’m a fugitive ready to run, all wild-eyed and crazy…No matter where my reckless soul takes me, baby you save me.” (Kenny Chesney, You Save Me)

I am thankful for my Mr. Fix-It.  He is patient.  He is accepting.  He is tolerant of a wife who’s love tends to be all-encompassing and possessive and unwilling to share.  He is willing to be mine, from the top of that ragged old hat to the soles of his worn out boots.

I am thankful for my Mr. Fix-It.  He is grounded.  He is stubborn.  He doesn’t let me rush frantically around wherever my innate, high-strung nature would lead me.  He doesn’t let me wallow in self-pity, or run-rampant over our household to have my own way, or harbor unforgiveness which would darken our home.  We all have a sin-nature that needs to be addressed.  It takes a hard-headed man to confront a…um…strong-willed woman about it, and show her the light.

“The urge to run, the restlessness
The heart of stone I sometimes get
The things I’ve done for foolish pride
The me that’s never satisfied
The face that’s in the mirror when I don’t like what I see
I guess that’s just the cowboy in me

I know there’s times you must have thought
There ain’t a line you’ve drawn I haven’t crossed
But you set your mind to see this love on through
I guess that’s just the cowboy in you” (Tim McGraw, Cowboy in Me)

I am thankful for my Mr. Fix-It.  He is love.

“Charity suffereth long and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, doeth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily proved, thinketh no evil; rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth, beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.  Charity never faileth.” (1 Corinthaisn 13:4-8)

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