Dear Muscles,

I don't know if I have told you recently, but I am so glad that you are in my life. I love you more than I can express. I'm extremely guilty of not showing it enough, but I appreciate all that you do for me.

A good example of this would be this weekend. You let me drag you off for dinner, with folks you had never met before, after you had a really rough week at work. I know you would have liked nothing better than to stay at home, pop a few tops off some beers, and relax. You did it because it involved my friends, and you knew I wanted to be there. You are always agreeable to doing things that are important to me.

It was pretty much a zoo around here on Saturday. With the errands you and I both had to run, it was a wonder either one of us had any energy left. You volunteered to go to the grocery store, the night before Easter, to pick up a few items that I had stupidly forgot to pick up on my earlier visit that day. You knew they were key ingredients to some of the things I was going to cook for dinner the next night, and didn't want me to have to scramble around and try to come up with something different.

If tackling the crowds on a busy Easter Eve was not enough you then voluntarily went back out to pick up Chickie from her band trip to Wild Adventures at the appointed time of 9:30 pm, only to be told when you got there that the bus was running late. 45 minutes to be exact.

But wait! Let’s not stop there! When you arrived home, you tucked Chickie into bed (Meelie and I were fast asleep dreaming of eating chocolate bunny ears) and conducted "research" (code word - and I can't post in detail about it here because the girls read this and there is an Easter Bunny involved), staying up way past midnight to make sure everything was perfect in the morning. And, as usual, it was. Did you see how the girl's faces lit up? You are responsible for that.

Your weekend self-appointed duties didn't end there. Easter morning we woke up to the irritating beeping of the electronic fence that surrounds our yard to keep the dogs in. As we both are well aware, this signifies that it is broken so you got your meter, and the shovel, and went to work, trying to find out just where the problem was. And you kept at it for nearly 3 hours (we have an acre) until you located the problem and fixed it. All of this on Easter, when you should have been relaxing and enjoying the day with your family.

I am lucky and I know it. You know me better than myself. We complete each other's sentences, which can be scary at times. I don't take any of that for granted, or at least I try very hard not to.

Just remember this. We both love each other just the same. Of course I love you just a little bit more than you love me, lock it up, zip it up and throw away the key, end of discussion (say that last sentence really fast without pausing for a breath).

Love,
Me

Happy Love Thursday everyone.