My Husband is Simple

He is entertained by any little gadget. A free ear piece for the phone totally made his night tonight. And, if you let him fold laundry or straighten up his drawers or cut his own hair, he is quite ecstatic. Nothing makes him happier than being productive. He probably wishes that he could get work done in his sleep. He likes to watch t.v. only when he is doing another project. Unlike me. I like to curl up and enjoy the show. Leftovers are a joy for his simple self. I mean, choices and utilizing the very last bit of something brings him gladness. His chickens are a special source of delight. He spends an inordinate amount of time keeping them safe. This is after losing a whole previous set of chickens to the local fox. If there is a lawnmower to be tuned, he's your man. If I am gone on Saturday, so much the better because he can freely put the children into the free labor program for one of his current projects of choice. Chipping bricks, laying a path or toting things around the yard. And, if I'm gone he doesn't have to ask my opinion and act as if he cares, no he has complete freedom. That little simple thing brings him the most joy of all. He plays sport. He sings. He works. He takes care of his family. Really, he is very simple. Simply wonderful. Glad I met him. He makes me smile with his sense of humor and his accents and funny faces. He plays with our kids. He makes me feel pretty. He's simple. Just perfect for me. Simply perfect.
blessings,
rhonda