MY HERO

Last night, some kind people gave us some food. I made the transfer to the trunk of our car while everyone was at church.  I was reminded of it when I got back into the car as I noticed the odor of food.  I made a mental note to bring it in when we got home.   When we pulled into the garage, we all hurried into the house because it was SO cold.

...Several hours later...Allen and I had had a long day (most Wednesdays are like this!) and we were getting ready for a long winter's sleep.  I was nestled warm in my bed and Allen had settled in with his book.  There is something SO wonderful and cozy about ending the day in the safety of your own room in your own snugly bed.  It was at that moment that I remembered the food in the back of my car!  

I looked at Allen and smiled, "Allen, how much do you love me???"   He, of course was on to me right away and asked what I wanted.  I sheepishly told him about the food in the back of my car. He groaned.  I half-heartedly volunteered to go get it, knowing all the while that he would never let me do it.  Sure enough, he got out of bed, tromped out to the car (in the -20 degree weather) and rescued the food. Last night I vowed to tell my story and let everyone know what a great guy I have!  This story only scratches the surface of all the things Allen does for me/us... but it was worth repeating. Thanks sweetheart!  You are my hero!!