As I was withering away yesterday on the couch after our Sonic excursion, my husband went on a honey-do spree.  And as he whisked from task to task, attending to so many even I had forgotten a few of them, I marveled at how incredible I truly find him.

He and I work in different ways. I am a “do-it-as-you-go”er, preferring to handle things as they come instead of waiting. This means that, when I am finished with a glass or a plate, I’ll wash it or put it away when I’m finished. Bryan is a “wait-until-you-have-time”er, meaning he is usually so booked that everything will be put off until he has the time to tackle several things at once.

At first, I thought we would never sync that way. But then I realized that my picking up after him kept the house manageable, and his waiting means that he could tackle many tasks at once without my help. So we were saving eachother’s sanity, in the long run.

I still marvel at his use of power tools. I can use a power drill, don’t get me wrong, but he does it with such panache and dexterity that I’d be embarrassed to even try in his presence. He makes it look easy, in the kind of way that Bob Ross made us all think we could paint happy trees. And then we wanted to stab ourselves in the eye with the paintbrush when we tried.   

But perhaps the way that he most often sweeps me off my feet is by just DOING shit. He won’t ask me if he should, or won’t rub in the fact that he’s doing it.. it’s often quiet and unexpected. Like, when he’ll take all of the overnight feeding shifts with Tony so I can sleep. He won’t ask, he won’t nudge.. it’s just done. And I wake up nine hours after I fell asleep. Or when he’ll clean house or put clothes away. It’s wonderful.

He’s wonderful. He’s pretty amazing that way.

I lurve him.