This morning, on a cold and snowy day, I realized I was out of wiper fluid. Normally, when I was single, I would check these sorts of things. But since I got married, I have never had to. (I will mention my husband has never once had to ask for a clean pair of socks or a nice dinner since we got married either!) I called my husband just to let him know I would get some at the gas station on the way home, and before I knew it, he was on his way to my job (40 minutes away) to fill my car with wiper fluid. I could have cried when I walked out to the parking lot.
Did I mention that he is also a stay at home dad to our kids and it was his idea for me to reduce my schedule to part time also?
I haven’t gotten any work done; I’ve been smiling all day. I’ve already called him twice to let him know he’s my hero.