I Am Thankful For A Husband Doing Laundry

Rob just started a load of laundry without making any comment about it. No “where are all my pants?” or “Whoa, that’s a big pile of clothes!” He just went in, turned on the machine, put what he needs for the week in the washing machine, and whistled as he walked away. Yes, he really was whistling.  I’m so lucky to have such an awesome guy.