Let me introduce you to the key players:
This is Phil... the neighbor of all neighbors who sacrificed his ENTIRE weekend with his wife and child in order to spend countless hours de-lodging mud from a rented tractor bucket. Wee!
This is Craig- the brains behind the operation- who sacrificed his ENTIRE weekend so that he could teach Chris how to drive tractors and fix plumbing mains and lay new pipe and save his family over $2500.
Ehh... no biggie. I'd rather have toilets than grass.
This is where the busted pipe was. I'm thinking of asking Chris if we can just go ahead and extend this ditch all the way around the house so that I can finally have that moat that I've always dreamed of. Complete with Swans!
Someone else decided to help out as well...
Okay, I'm getting a little gooey inside...
...cutest thing I've ever seen...
AND I'm a puddle on the floor.
After all of this insanely hard work, my husband would come back into the house after it got dark, take a quick shower, and then play with Ezra until his bedtime because, GET THIS, he said he understood that I HAD HAD A LONG WEEKEND. Then he would put Ezra to bed and do the dishes and I may or may not have fallen asleep ridiculously early last night after a nice bath.
Lest you think I am some lazy bum, I must tell you that I totally contributed to the project as well. Once all the holes had been dug and the pipe had been laid and glued, Chris asked me to do the strenuous deed of flushing the toilet. THREE TIMES IN A ROW. It required all of my patience, strength, and skill, but it was the very least I could do to help. (YES, The very least.)
Chris is astonishing. Some mega-breed of husband. I don't deserve such goodness, yet he keeps piling it on. He works so hard for me... for us... and in some deep place in my heart it makes me feel like I am worthwhile... Like every shovel full of dirt he lifted was for me or something...
I am the luckiest girl in the world.
PS. I am still trying to convince my husband to write a guest post here at 'Moms are for Everyone', but he seems a little shy. If you get a moment, would you let him know you won't bite and maybe ask him a question or two to help guide his thoughts? You can ask him ANYTHING.
Except whether or not I snore. Because the answer to that is ABSOLUTELY NOT. (And if he tells you any different, HE'S LYING.)