30 Days of Thanks: Day 6

“The best love is the kind that awakens the soul; that makes us reach for more, that plants the fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds. That’s what I hope to give you forever.” – The Notebook

Today, I am thankful for my husband.

Who challenges me.

Who makes me a better person.

Who loves me at worst – and even more at my best.

Who cooks better than anyone I know.

Who smiles and melts my heart.

Who still gives me butterflies when he kisses me and says, “I missed you today.”

Who was waiting for me at the finish line of my half marathon- even though he barely made it because traffic was so bad (he literally made it with 3 minutes to spare).

“ASHLEY!” I heard him yell from the crowd. I looked up and saw him right away.

I felt like I was going to puke because my body hurt so bad. Everywhere.

But I was so excited because I hit my goal.

He came running up to the fence and gave me the biggest kiss on the lips and wrapped his arms around me. Thank God because I wanted to collapse.

“YOU DID IT!” He said.

“I think I am going to puke,” I said. “OMG, I did it…” Then I grabbed the pole for support.


I reached for my phone and posted to my Facebook,”I hit my goal!!!!”

“Okay, now where is Jimmy Johns?” I said ready to plow through some food.


Later that day, we were driving home to Decatur for my sister’s birthday.

He leaned over, grabbed my hand and placed my hand on his lips.

“I really am so proud of you,” he said with the biggest smile on his face and bright glow in his eyes.

“Aww thanks babe, I love you! I am so glad you were there!”

“You are truly the most amazing and inspiring person I’ve ever met…” he said.

Forever thankful.

Much love,

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