Thousands of little things

thousands of little thingsI’ve been thinking a lot about all the little things my husband is — and does — that make him my Superman.

When we first started getting to know each other, he seemed unbelievable. He liked all the things I did, grew up in church similar to how I did and knew all the fun trivia of the 80s and 90s that I had bankrolled over the years.

The logical side of me wanted to believe he was too good to be true, but I was wrong. He’s just really that good of a guy.

I got to wondering this morning as we stopped at the gas station, “How many times have you pumped gas Sarah,?” The answer is, very few. He always get out, pays at the pump (or runs inside if the pump isn’t working) and fills up the tank. And, he does it during the frigid days when the Oklahoma winds blow down through North Texas, and on the so-hot-nothing-should-be-alive days of the Texas summers.

Here are a few more things that make him my Superman in small ways:

  • He gets up early and feeds the cat. He lets the dog out then feeds him and fills up his water bowl. I’m still in bed.
  • He makes dinner most of the time, and man, can he cook! He usually lets me choose the cuisine too.
  • He takes out the trash, all the time. I never have to even think about it, because Brent’s all over that chore.
  • And one of my least favorite things to do … plunging the toilet … is Brent’s domain. He does it without complaining, even though the drainage pipes are badly in need of plumbing.