For this man, who let me just walk out of the house on so many occasions and walk out of my regular duties without any hesitation. He simply said, "Go." with a kiss on the forehead. I am grateful that when I came home, there was a fridge full of food, a clean house, and not a single dirty sock in the laundry hamper. I am grateful he rallied "my troops" aka my friends and worked with them so the kids were tended, playdates were made, school lunches were packed and consumed. I am grateful that when he heard me breaking down in the shower, he walked in and embraced me, with no regard to the running water soaking his clothes. I am grateful for his willingness to listen when I want to talk even in the middle of his slumber and his willingness to let me be quiet when it's too raw to talk about my grief. Today I am grateful for him.