When I was pregnant, I got a back rub every day from Chris. Even when I didn’t ask for it. Another time, I was being a big baby, already snuggled in bed with a million covers on me in the dead of winter, I talked Chris into getting up from the warm bed and getting the Chapstick for me. And then I talked him into putting it on my lips. That, friends, is a good husband. Because I am sometimes whiny, always bossy, and occasionally demanding, but he not only puts up with me, but loves me. Every day. Even when I make it hard to. And that’s why today, I’m thankful for my husband.