I leave the gas tank on empty.
He fills it.
I leave the can of droppings for the compost pile full.
He empties it.
I leave the kids' stomachs (and mine) empty.
He fills them.
The dog's water bowl.
Filled.
My anxiety.
Emptied.
Youngest's bath.
Filled.
The hot water bottle for my side of the bed.
Filled.
Green trash cans.
Filled.
My heart.
Filled.
It Ends With a Bang
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This one made me smile. Thanks for that, it was much needed. You've got a good gig with him.
Very sweet.
I love this! So simply put but so meaningful. My husband is just the same, and now that he is recovering knee surgery, he is unable to do that much for the moment. I surely do miss all that being cared for because it's a new experience in my life, but this is my turn to pamper him for a little while. :-)
Poetic perfection.
Is he available for cloning? I best keep my mouth (in this case my fingers) shut on this one, or I might appear ungrateful. All I will say about my husband is, "bills?" "paid". Almost everything else, I'm on my own.
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