I came home from a long day at work last night, braced to have to mow the lawn before today's predicted rain. And found that my wonderful husband had already mowed the lawn for me. And trimmed the hedge. And weeded the Japanese garden. And bagged up all the garbage to put out this morning. All of these things are usually my job, since we fell into the pattern long ago of me doing the outdoor stuff and him doing the indoor stuff. But he had done it all. And he had made spaghetti and meatballs, with a separate kind of meatballs for me since I don't eat beef or pork. With freshly grated parmesan. And had done the dishes.
I gotta say, I love having him off work!