So, what I love about Seth is when he asked me what I wanted for Mother’s Day and I said, “I can’t decide between a wheelbarrow and a pitchfork,” he didn’t flinch, or say, “Wouldn’t you rather just have flowers, the kind you don’t have to plant.” Instead, he nodded in complete understanding and bought me both. Ooh la.
What I love about Seth is when, on a Saturday, he asks what he can do to help, and I say, “I’d really like to build a giant compost bin from our neighbor’s old fencing,” he says, “Let me get my drill.” Even though he’s not a big fan of the drill. Even though it’s bone-chilling cold and snowing. (This is several weekends ago. No snow this weekend–woot, woot!)
And together (and with other little helpers) we build a monstrously beautiful compost bin, large enough to compost the kitchen scraps for the entire state of Minnesota, I think.
So even though this was Mother’s Day weekend, I am coming out immeasurably grateful for this husband of mine, who knows how to give the perfect gifts of time, patience, love, kindness, and a pitchfork with which to turn it into the best soil of all.