A letter to my husband

I saw your to-do list on the counter. It made me stop.

Change furnace filter.
Clean dryer vent.
Spray perimeter for ants.
Break down boxes in garage.

Life is so busy with the kids that I don't always see everything you take care of. All the things I never even have to think about.

I had no idea the filters on the heating system needed to be changed every quarter. Or that you regularly clean out the dryer vent. I don't see ants in the house (thank god), but I never realized that's because you spray the perimeter a few times a year.

Sometimes I can't see past my own mental load to see yours.

I wear my emotions on my sleeve. Every day you listen to me vent about the kids, about how tired I am of cooking dinner every single night, about the never-ending emails from school with one more thing to remember.

You listen. And I never hear you complain.

You support me when I buy new jeans because I don't like how I feel in my old ones. Or when I buy an expensive skin care product for the new wrinkle I just found.

But when was the last time you bought something for yourself? Other than a cheap pack of t-shirts?

I want you to know how much I appreciate everything you do. Our days are so hectic that I don't always show it. But I see you.

I see how strong you are for our family. I see how much you do, quietly, every day, to make our lives better. And I see how you always put our needs ahead of your own.

So I got you something. Something you'd never get for yourself because it's "too expensive," or because you already have a tool that "gets the job done."

It's a titanium utility knife, slimmer than your car key. It disappears in your pocket, so it's with you for every box, every project, every line on that list.

And yes... I will always be incapable of breaking down the boxes myself. And yes... I will keep tossing them in the garage. But at least now you'll have something nice to do it with.

There's one more thing. Slide the blade out, and there's a little heart hidden underneath.

You'll find it the first time you use it. And every time after that.

It's my way of saying what I don't say often enough: I see everything you do. Thank you.

Love,
Danielle

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P.S. to whoever is reading this

There's something I left out.

The knife I gave him is called the GhostTi. And the man I wrote this letter to is the man who designed it.

My husband Brian is a mechanical engineer, a dad, and the guy who handles everything on that list. He wanted a quality utility knife for all his projects around the house, and he couldn't find one he actually wanted to carry. So he designed his own.

Today we run Gear Infusion together. Every GhostTi is assembled in Doylestown, PA, and packed and shipped from our home.

He's made thousands of these for other people. He'd never make one just for himself. So I asked for one more: the Hidden Heart Edition, with a heart tucked under the blade. A reminder, every time he uses it, that someone noticed.

See the Hidden Heart Edition →

If you have a man like this in your life, give him the gift he'd never buy himself. He deserves it.

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