My husband has been nursing a sore shoulder for the past few days. And, tonight, as he dragged himself out of bed to head to work, I was thankful. Thankful that even though he aches, he got up and put his uniform on. Thankful that even though the night shift messes him up physically and mentally, stresses both of us out, and wrecks havoc with any kind of family schedule, he does what he needs to do to take care of this family. Even when he doesn't feel like it. Even when he's sick. He works hard, and is a reliable employee. I am thankful for a husband who willing and able to provide for us.