An Open Letter On Thanksgiving

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It’s 10:00 the night before this post is due.  I hate procrastinating this long.  I know some people say they work better when they’re on a deadline.  That’s not true for me.  I hate working against the wall.  I like to get stuff done early so that I can a) relax or b) get it to “turn in ready” and then have extra time to tweak it so it’s even better.

Yeah, I know.  I’m a perfectionist.  Whatever.

Anyway, the past few weeks have been a huge blur.  And because of this, I am now sitting here, last minute, about to write the post that I decided to write three weeks ago.  This is dedicated to my husband, on Thanksgiving.

An Open Letter

Because of you I have three beautiful daughters.  This family is it for me.  If I never had anything else ever again, this would be all I need.

But you never let me settle for anything less than whatever I want.  You are my ultimate supporter.  You have faith in me when I don’t have faith in myself.  And you call me out when it’s needed.

Lately, you have taken on way more than your fair share so that I can work on my own goals.  Thank you for giving me this opportunity.  I know I don’t need your permission, but your support is what motivates me to keep going.

I know it’s cliché, but you are my rock.  So thank you.  For everything.