The "Little Things" About Clay

I want to acknowledge EVERY effort that my husband makes toward me.
I don't want to give apathy or division a chance to attack our marriage. Ever.
Here are some of the things I want to appreciate on a daily basis - not just when Hallmark tells me I should.

- He brings me coffee (with cream and sugar) each morning that he is home.
- He plays...with the kids, with his coworkers, with his friends. He brings energy and laughter to any atmosphere.
- He flirts with me. Often.
- He moves the furniture to sweep under it when he runs the vacuum!
- He cooks pancakes nearly every Saturday for our little boys.
- He puts toothpaste on my toothbrush for me if he knows I'm going to brush my teeth when he already has the toothpaste out for himself.
- He is authentic. If he'd make a sex joke at work, then he'd tell the same joke at church. (Always saying, "It's ALLOWED, we're MARRIED!")
- He's handy (and smart). He can fix things and build things and figure out solutions in a jiffy.
- He calls me from the speaker phone at work to ask me awkward questions in front of his coworkers. It can be a bit embarrassing at times, but it shows me that he is proud of me, enjoys my humor  -  and thinks of me even when I'm not with him.
- He is a grilling machine! I can't order a steak in a restaurant anymore because it won't measure up to the ones he makes at home.
- He calls me when he is on his way home from work so I know when to expect him.
- He lets me rest each night as he prays (and wrestles) with our children.
- He keeps the garage clean enough that we can fit both cars in it.
- I ask him daily to tell me something funny...and he does.
- He is an incredible father. Very active. Very loving. A man of character.
- I enjoy the sound of his heartbeat. It's such a good heart.
- He helps this Type-A, high expectation personality realize that there is air in this world...and that  I am allowed to sit back on occasion and BREATHE IT IN.

I could go on...but I think you get the picture.
If you ever hear me complaining about my "perfect-for-me" man, please point me back to here (and tell me to stuff a sock in it).
Amen.