That's Love

Over the past week I have set MyMan to digging, building, sawing, relocating, hauling, repairing, watering and pruning.
He's had a list of jobs including hanging pictures, picking up furniture, cleaning out sheds, setting up table tennis tables and burning off rubbish.

After a week of teenless togetherness I thought he'd be happy to watch his Deadliest Catch from bed and eat meat pies for breakfast and be thankful I'd gone home for school days.
But, instead, he was up at dawn today (while I was still tucked up in my own bed one postcode over) dragging a hose up and down the yard from coriander to peas to spuds and then eggplants in order to ensure my little green babies would all survive the hot day.

Now that's love...