That Steve takes care of me is an understatement and is probably what is making this all the harder. I guess most husbands are like that. Steve has been the cook in our family for years. It's not that I didn't do it for years myself but I got tired of it and he just took over and was so much better.
One day I called him crying from work. Bad, ugly day it was. When I got home he had a bubble bath ran with candles and a glass of wine.
I love that he'd rather be with me than anyone else. But don't ask him because he would never admit it. And I love that he hardly gets mad at me. There was one thing that I didn't do (like the only thing) that would make him angry. I wouldn't remind him when my mileage hit what the sticker said so he could change the oil. But I never saw a sticker, and he did drive my car occasionally.
I've learned a lot from Steve. I had not slept under the stars until I was 34 years old. We just weren't the camping kind of family. But once Steve found this out, it was happening that very next weekend.
Butterfly stitches are an art. One we got very good at since Steve enjoys sharpening knives and I occasionally use them.
Then there is driving a boat onto a trailer, fishing, putting up a pop-up camper, changing a tire, driving a stick and taking shingles off the roof. Using a riding mower didn't work because this stupid tree got in my way and then the mower tried to climb it. And of course there is backing up a trailer which I am never doing again.
But I have so much to learn in such a short time. I wonder if other wives just let life happen and then pass the ball to their husbands. If the car breaks down or needs maintenance, riding mower won't mow, garage door, furnace, appliances and many others simply become his problem and never mine. I wouldn't even be thinking about this if I didn't have to. He tells me I'm stronger than what I think. You know what I think? I've been taking this man and all he does for granite and I'm about to find out the hard way what I never truly appreciated.