This weekend my clean freak husband neglected his projects to help me build raised garden beds, came up with a way to make the raised beds sturdier, and hauled thirteen 40-lb bags of dirt into our backyard. (I think I carried a grand total of three such bags.) And he did all this with a smile on his face.
Life is good!
I deal with many challenged relationships on my blog, so it is a refreshing delight to run across a post like yours! I love a happy ending
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Husbands can be good, can’t they?