Helpmate

I spy with my blurry eyes, my partner in crime at the sink. Okay, not really a crime partner, we don’t do any of that nonsense. .

He’s my helpmate. My bestest boyfriend & husband since the day we met 32+ years ago in 1987.
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He knows exactly what I’m thinking at any given time and almost always can finish my sentence. I make a mess, he cleans it up. I start a project, he rescues me while I’m scratching my head of how to finish the project. He talks me out of stressful situations and has a way of helping me with the confidence I lack.

He’s the back-office guy, the tech guy, the landscaper crew, the breadwinner, and the septic guy fixer. I have a problem, he can fix it. He makes our bed in the morning, and turns down the sheets in the evening. He’s the candle lighter, the laundry folder and basically 1 of a kind. I could not do this gig without him by my side. We are a team glued at the hip.

To god be the glory for the good he has done. Amen.