Appreciation

Nothing makes one realize and appreciate all one's husband does, more than an injury which prevents him from doing it. This week I have had to (or will have to):

Load, start, and empty the dishwasher
Pick up my own drinking glasses
Gather up the newspapers, magazines and blankets I leave lying around
Take out the garbage
Take out the recycling
Bring in the trash cans from the curb
Feed the dogs
Shovel dog doo - which I usually say I cannot do because I don't have the right equipment (testicles)
Mow the lawn
Rake the leaves
Stop at the store for bread and milk
Make the coffee
Get my own coffee
Bring in the newspaper
Review the days activities with the crew
Take the office recycling to the transfer station
Turn in the beverage cans

None of these, in and of themselves is huge, but Gene does them all, constantly, without expecting any credit (and often without any conscience appreciation) by me.

In fact, this morning he took the recycling from the kitchen to the bin, on crutches, even though it took two trips and I heard him drop a lid twice, which means getting down on crutches to retrieve it.

So Gene, thank you for all you do, every day, without complaining and without making a big deal out of it.