He's a Keeper

(Transcript of a call from me to Husband, as I made my way back from the farm to Small Town.)

Me: You'll never guess what I have in the back of the pick-up.

Husband (warily): I'm not sure I want to guess.

Me: Sheep compost! Two hundred pounds of it!

Husband: (silence)

Me: And a rusty old wheelbarrow! I love it!

Husband: (silence)

Me: I'm going to put pots of begonias in the wheelbarrow, and it will look great under the redbud tree. Woo!

Husband: Huh.

Me: Sheep compost! Wheelbarrow!

Husband: You know, I don't know why I'm still surprised when we have these kind of conversations. But I'm sure whatever you have in mind will turn out fine because it always does.

And then he left a towering stack of tax returns to unload 200 pounds of sheep compost and a wheelbarrow from the back of the pick-up. In the rain.

He's a keeper.