I have realised something surprising and wonderful about my husband this week. He has many amazing qualities, but this one has given me a whole new appreciation for him.
Over the years we have sort of fallen into certain roles around the house. We each do what we can to keep things running smoothly(ish) and we try to “play to our strengths” (This phrase has been invoked often recently in attempts to excuse myself from any and all of the stressful must-be-absolutely-perfect adoption paperwork. “How about I keep the kids out of your way while you do this? That’s better, right? Play to our strengths?”)
Anyway, Trevor fills the ice cube trays. Always him, never me. I see him doing it sometimes and have never thought much of it. Until now.
Do you know he must fill those trays at least twice a day to keep up with my iced coffee habit in the summer? I had no idea how much ice I go through! Do you know he also never ever EVER uses ice himself? This is true love.
And my true love is coming home tomorrow. Hope I can sleep tonight.