the good husband

There are many things about my husband that are good, but there is one, simple thing he does almost every day that warrants heaps of praise: he makes my coffee. Six days out of the week he is up before I am, and when I get up in the morning on those days my coffee is made and I start my day with a sense of being cared for and pampered. I can pour my first cup and head to the computer, where in my preferred morning solitude I can check the news, review emails, and, if I'm early enough, post with my scrapping buddies on the Early Bird thread.

Monday evening I mentioned that on Tuesday I would be spending the day painting my office. This would be round three of that activity in an attempt to get the right color on the walls (a story in itself). Ken told me that he would be through with his plans by noon, and would come down and paint them for me. I looked at him, surprised. "Why?" I asked, knowing that he has a lot on his plate right now. "Because you're my wife," was his response.

Last night I bought him dinner as a thank you for painting the office (stay tuned for pictures once that place gets settled). I try to be the good wife, too.