I'm thankful for Ben.
Our kids would be so boring and bored without him. I used to think I was a super-fun mom. Then, I got tired. I guess my super-fun comes in bursts, not long stretches. Sprints not marathons.
Ben, however, is a super-fun machine. I guess it boils down to selflessness and patience. He wants them to be happy, he wants them to learn to play cool games: thinking, strategic games, to be tough, to throw a football, to fix ANYTHING, to do a flip and land on your feet, to know how to set up dominoes, to think logically, to know that you win some and you lose some, that you don't give up when it's hard. Life skills. And they eat out of his hand. I know I'm not as patient, I know I'm more selfish with "my" time. I don't think Ben ever has "his" time. Maybe this kind of stuff is "his" time?
I don't have to understand it, but I sure am thankful for it. My mom once said, "Marrying Ben is the best thing that ever happened to you." She was right.
*** I failed to mention that much to his chagrin, Ben came with me to the 10pm showing of New Moon on Friday night. Now, that's saying a lot.***