Today, I am thankful for car rides with my husband, with his hand on my knee. We got up at 4:15 and were on the road by 5am to get to the airport for my adventure to Mexico. Paul is the best traveling companion, even at 5am. Even at 5 o'clock in the morning, we talked the whole way down - I can't even remember the details of our conversation, but I do remember feeling content and peaceful. With his hand on my knee, I feel loved and safe.
I love you, Paul, and I love that you took me to the airport before the crack of dawn because you wanted to. :)