So Very Grateful...

It is 4:10 in the morning, and I am (for once) so excited to be awake. Since I have been working nights, I have found that to sleep through the night on my days off is nearly impossible. Michael wakes up and finds me on the computer, cleaning house, watching TV, or cleaning my closet (my personal favorite thing to do at 2am). But this morning is different...I am actually excited that I woke up early.
When I woke up this morning, I didn't feel the sense of frustration that I usually do, nor did I feel my mind racing to try to find something productive to do, but instead I caught myself laying there counting Michael's breaths. Sounds weird at first, but let me explain. With me going to work at 6:20 almost every night, my quality time with Michael has been cut way short. We often pass each other at the entrance of our subdivision. I have really, really, REALLY struggled with this, but through lots of tears, prayer and support from Michael, I have finally been able to see God's perfect plan. I was so happy to be awake this morning because it allowed me to spend time with my Lord truly thanking him for my Michael.
How often I let many days go by and never stop to appreciate how blessed I am. Michael is truly the most wonderful husband. When I tell people what he does to help make my life easier, their mouths drop to the floor.
Let me make a list:
1. Michael does all of the laundry. I cannot tell you the last time I turned the washer on, folded clothes, put away towels, etc. To top it off, he washes all of my scrubs (on the sanitary cycle) and has them folded in my closet so that I can quickly grab a set on my way out the door.
2. He does all of the ironing.
3. He handles all of the finances. I never see a bill. I have no clue what our average water bill, electricity bill, etc. Most of you may think this is a bad thing, but at this time in my life, it is exactly what I need.
4. He does all of the yard work, and if you know me, you know I DESPISE yard work!
5. He rarely tells me no. I am an only child, therefore I do not cope well with that word.
6. He allows me to have a maid, and when the maid can't come, he gladly does her job.

The list just goes on and on. Basically my only responsibility is to work, handle all of the gift buying (he is pretty bad at remembering birthdays, etc. and buying good gifts), and anything to do with the kitchen such as grocery shopping and cooking.
So this morning, while I was lying in bed counting Michael's breaths, playing with his hair, and looking at his sweet face, I finally became aware of God's preparations that He made long ago for our present situation, and there is only one way to describe my emotions: undeserving, but finally truly grateful.

Heavenly Father, thank you so much for my Michael, and what he means to me. You knew long ago how much he would impact my life, and I am so glad that he is mine. Thank you for always knowing what is best. Please never let me take another day for granted with him. Thank you for allowing me to finally find peace and truly appreciating how omniscient you really are.