My husband is what/who I’m thankful for today. He laughs at my (usually) terrible jokes, and is the kindest, most genuine person I’ve ever met in my life.
He does this funny thing where he steals my chocolate. Confession: I usually have a stash of chocolate in my car from after-holiday sales and I’ll snack on a piece or two. P will eat ALL of it just to watch me get upset with him for eating my chocolate stash.
This summer he left me a note from “El Choco-late Bandito” and a little drawing of the chocolate bandit…and all my chocolate was gone.