The Gratitude Letter

When I was weeding for Shirley yesterday, I attacked one of the biggest dandelion roots I’ve ever seen in my life.  It was the size of a very large carrot.  There was no pulling it out.  My back and shoulders were already screaming profanities at me.  So, I went into the barn and got a big hefty hoe and went to the work of digging the monster out.  The hoe broke.  I picked up both pieces and studied what had happened…then said to myself, “Oh well, Doug can fix it”.

As you know, I’ve been fretting for weeks as to who I would write my gratitude letter to.  I couldn’t think of anyone.  I always thank everyone over and over.  To write someone a letter would seem odd, and I couldn’t think of anyone that I hadn’t thanked enough….until yesterday when the dandelion murdered the hoe.

As I drove to Home Depot to buy another hoe to murder the dandelion with, I marveled at how much I take you for granted.  For 27 years you have fixed everything I use from toasters, washing machines, the roof, the barns, ropes, vehicles, and hoes.  You’ve always taken what I’ve messed up with a, “Don’t worry honey.  I can fix it!”  You used to upset me with that.  I never got anything new!  But, when my cherished things broke, then you became my hero. 

I have never thanked you enough for all the repairs that you’ve made for me for the past 27 years.  We have always worked as a great team.  I broke it, you fixed it.  

Thanks, honey, for fixing everything I have broken.  After digging out the monster dandelion, with much imaginary fan fare, my back feels broke….can you fix it?  Here’s to the next 27 years of repairs!

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Result:  We both laughed and Doug said, "Thanks honey!" and we each got a kiss.