It was still dark outside when he kissed me goodbye; he wanted to go to the bank before work. "I love you, baby. Have a good day," he whispered quietly, tucking the covers tighter around me and kissing my face. "I'll see if I can't get your car fixed today," he added before walking softly out of the house. Filled with love and warmth, I mumbled something back with a smile on my face, and snuggled deeper into the covers.
I love him. I could gush and mush all day about the ways he loves me (let me count...) and how he is engaged (literally and figuratively), and how he apologizes when he's wrong, and sometimes when he's not. I could go on about how he calls me baby, and how he calls us his girls. I could tell you he's perfect and we never fuss and he's NEVER a typical guy, but that would be going way too far ;)
But today, as I snuggled in my warm bed, I was most thankful that he takes care of me, and I don't mean financially. All my life I've been very independent, and not always because I wanted to. I've always taken care of all the bills, the check books, making appointments, remembering deadlines and due dates, finding repairmen, asking favors, scraping up money for something unexpected.
For the first time in my life, I don't have to worry. He knew I wanted to get my car out yesterday, so while I was fixing breakfast he was shoveling the snow from around my car. When he finally got it free, he noticed it was not running like it normally does, and checked under the hood. A mouse had weathered the blizzard inside, making dinner from my wires.
He took my car to the shop, and is fixing it for me today. He went to the bank this morning to make a deposit - something I could have done today (if I had a car ha ha), but something he just DOES. Sometimes he'll have me sit at the table and write out the bills while he writes out the checks, but I never have to worry about when they're due, or if we have stamps. If something goes wrong, he knows how to fix it, or who to call. I never have to sit and fret about what we should do.
I'm not the BEST housekeeper around, and organization is NOT my nature, but I take pride in being "the wife" (soon!). It makes me feel good to have dinner ready every night, to fix his plate for him (even when we're not at home), and to keep up with the house. I like some independence, but for once in my life, it's nice that all I have to worry about is having food on the table, clean clothes in the closets, and clean dishes in the cabinets. Sometimes I feel underappreciated and sometimes I feel like a personal waitress, but at the end of the day I love this stress-free arrangement, and I wouldn't trade this for the world.