Today in the kitchen, while I was mashing my signature potatoes and she was working on a fruit salad, but otherwise unrelated to the holiday at hand, my wife turned to me and said that she was thinking last night that she's probably happier now to be married to me than she's ever been. That I'm a "good man" with a "very good heart." That she would be "so sad" if something were to happen to me or if we weren't together, and "devastated beyond description" if the kids were for whatever reason not to have me as their dad.
Tonight, still under the influence of turkey, stuffing, pie and the aforementioned potatoes, I lay in bed next to #3 as he dozed off. At one point, he bonked me upside the head with his elbow while repositioning his teddy bear. I thought he was asleep, but he turned and whispered, "I sorry. Tat was accident."
A day for thanks.
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