There are lots of reasons why I adore my husband.
He brings me coffee every workday morning.
He packs my lunch for me.
He makes me smile when I'm sad.
He makes dinner.
He plows the driveway when I'm at work.
He laughs at my jokes.
He tolerates the extraordinary amount of yarn, roving and other fibre roaming around the house.
But today, most of all, this is why I love him.
See that orange glow. That's fire burning in the pellet stove. Yeah, the one with the broken motor. He's managed to fix the motor, chisel out an embarrassing amount of creosote, repair the vacuum hose and put the whole thing back together again with no spare parts.
I guess he wasn't keen on waiting four to six days for parts to be delivered either.