Hubby ... thank you

Since it was Father's Day last week, I should have written something prior but better late than never right? I think it's so easy to take for granted all the things that Hubby does for our family and I don't just mean the standard providing financially and mowing the lawn. I want to thank him for the little things that go unnoticed, or sometimes the big things that also go unnoticed. So anyway......Dear Hubby, Happy Belated Father's Day and I want to say Thank You:

Thank you for dealing with all the extra hair all over our house. You have it in the Velcro of your clothes pockets, the insides of your socks and draped off your pillow. Sometimes it's even in your food and you never complain.

And speaking of hair, thank you for always unclogging the girls' bathroom sinks. The combination of hair, makeup, toothpaste and plain scum is enough to gag a mortician, yet you never get irritated but make jokes about how "lovely" it was.

Thank you for eating all the throw-together, strange meals I make. I know I burn the rolls all the time and never put meat in the spaghetti sauce like you like but you still slick your plate clean and thank me afterwards.

And as far as food goes, thank you for giving up the foods you use to eat that I refuse to buy and fix, never complaining about the lack of variety in your diet since you married me.

Thank you for taking time to sit with your daughter when she's watching some dumb chic show on TLC channel. I hear her tell you that you don't have to watch it or that you can change the channel but you secretly act like you enjoy it just to sit with her.

Thank you for sprucing up my tires so they're all nice and shiny, and I'm sorry I don't instantly notice them. I do love how they look though!

Thank you for always taking out the trash. I know that's pretty cliché but the girls and I just set it out in the garage all the time and by morning it's disappeared. I know the Trash Fairy isn't hauling it out to the alley!

Thank you for always eating the thing no one wants. When we order something to eat and someone gets something they decide is gross, you switch 'em and let them have yours when I, on the other hand, inform them, "Tough noogie, you get what you get." You're nicer than me.

Thank you for noticing when the dishwasher needs emptied or the laundry needs folded. You help out around the house many a night when you really deserve to just sit and chill.

And I'm sorry the laundry room is also your bathroom, the only room in the house you can call your own. You're always stepping over my sorted piles and ducking under hanging wet clothes, moving them so you can shower and then hanging them back up.

Thank you for always being in charge of the dogs. Somehow that has become your sole responsibility over the years but it is appreciated more than you know!

Thank you for doing your best to be patient in a house full of girls. I'm sure you feel outnumbered 99% of the time but you accept your role willingly and act proud to be a part of it.

Thank you for getting up at the butt crack of dawn and dragging in late in the evening, every day of the week to either work or coach or help out the community. You're always busy doing for others and for that, a simple "thank you" doesn't seem enough.

And most of all, thank you for having God at the helm. I see you listening to sermons on your phone or highlighting verses during church. When I drive your truck and see you've been listening to praise songs, it warms my heart.

You have chosen to be a husband and father who "gives" way more than he "receives". For that, I thank you more than words can say and I am proud to call you my husband and the father of my girls.