Complaining is Overrated

Today my husband did some annoying things:
Today I caught my husband cutting flowers with our steak knife.
Today I found nail clippers in the silverware drawer, and I didn't put them there.
Today my husband left food on the stove.
Today my husband got the wrong orange juice, again.

Today I fell in love with my husband once again, as I often do, because:
Today my husband brought me flowers, cut them, and put them in a vase for me.
Today my husband did the dishes, and put them away. (The nail clippers were in the sink.)
Today my husband went grocery shopping, called me when he was driving home, heard there was more I needed, and drove back to the store and did more.
Today my husband made dinner.
Today my husband got up with the kids so I could sleep in on my last day of vacation, which is his last day of vacation too.
Today my husband took both kids to the park, bought Zyan an ice cream, brought them home, made them lunch, and put Adlai down for his nap so I could go have lunch with a friend.
Today my husband called me from the store to tell me he loved me. When I asked him why, he said "because you have another one of our babies growing in your belly."
Today my husband gave Adlai a shower and washed his hair. Later, when Adlai rubbed hair gel all over his neck, my husband gave him a bath.
Today I heard my husband giggling with our son for 30 minutes while he gave him a bath.
Today my husband did all of these things with tendonitis in both feet and active Rheumatoid Arthritis that is causing him lots of pain.
Today I am so thankful for my husband, and I can't complain about a single thing.