My husband’s generosity never ceases to amaze me.
He’ll spend hours snowblowing our disabled neighbor’s driveway.
He’ll go out of his way to hold open a door for a stranger.
And don’t even get me started on all the random acts of kindness he does for me and me alone.
Tonight he came home from work, exhausted, and explained that a construction worker had been working straight since 6 a.m. this morning. He was still at the job site, likely starving. Luckily I had a crockpot of BBQ pulled pork simmering in the kitchen, so he made a couple of heaping Sloppy Joes and tossed them in a bag with some chips, a giant special K bar and an icy cold Mountain Dew.
He’s now back at the job site, feeding the worker, who’s from out of town and he’ll likely never cross paths with again. I’d say that’s above and beyond his civil engineering duties.
Have I mentioned before how proud I am to call him my husband?
He never ceases to amaze.