Today, I am grateful for Sam.

I am grateful that he is the kind of guy who says “Hello” first and talks to anyone and everyone.

I am grateful for his reminders many times a day how much he loves me.

I am grateful that, with the exception of sports when the team is way behind, he is an optimist.

I am grateful that he cries during certain hymns.

I am grateful that he loves to work and isn’t a sedentary couch potato.

I am grateful that even though Sam loves to work, he also loves road trips and adventures.

I am grateful that Sam always wants to talk to our Texas grandkids on the phone and can’t wait for them to visit again.

I am grateful that he is extra-sensitive.

I am grateful that he holds my hand during prayer.

I am grateful that he is an early riser and doesn’t like to sleep late. It has taken some adjustment on my part these past four years, but I’ve finally made it a habit, too.

I am grateful that Sam loves to go to church every Sunday.

I am grateful that when Sam hears “groove” music, he breaks out into Elaine dancing no matter where he is at.

I am grateful that Sam listens to me read out loud.

I am grateful that he has really nice hair.

I am grateful that Sam loves his family so much.

I am grateful that we catch each other thinking the exact same thing quite often.

I am grateful that he has different characters that he lets out sometimes to get me to laugh.

I am grateful that he is creating a beautiful home for us.

I am grateful that outside of Jesus, he is the best example I know of forgiveness.

I am grateful that he calls women “dear,” and refers to me as “sweetheart” or “darlin’” but always calls me by my name. He had me at “Rhonda.”

Happy birthday, Sam. I love you more today than ever before…