When my dad actually has an hour or two to spare (which is hardly EVER), he comes over to my house at 8pm to work in my basement. Most people would just call it a day and go relax, but not my dad... he's serving others every waking minute of the day. I'm so thankful for such a generous dad and an understanding mom who lets him be who he is without complaining that he's never home.
and....... I'm thankful for my own self-less hubby who knows me better than I know myself.
