The forgotten art of Thank You

My husband is the Go To Guy in his office. He is always knowledgeable, helpful and patient. Adam is the only person who doesn't screen his calls during the day. This means people in other departments routinely contact him to get things done that are (most often) someone else's responsibility. And he does this without complaint.

Last week the sales office, people Adam speaks to but has never seen, got together and bought Adam a gift card and one of those adorkable group cards that everyone signs with generic platitudes.

The thing that most struck me was that there wasn't a single woman on the card. Is that wrong of me to find that odd? Thank You and gift cards are seemingly always prompted by females and the idea that a group of twenty men went in together to give thanks tickles me.

Adam works so hard and never takes vacation. I worry for him, but the card put a smile on his face. I made a big production of hanging the card on our pantry door so that I know he'll see it every day before he leaves for work at five in the morning. (No one gets in the office until eight and going in early is how he gets his work done so that he can help other people when they need it.)

It used to bother me that he appeared to put me way down on the bottom of his priorities, and a case could be made that I was at the bottom, but now I recognize that he has a heart so big that it's not really a list; it's a circle and we're all squished in together.