My husband loves it when I
do chores with him. Actually, I
love it when I do chores with him. It’s
time spent in his world, on his turf and his time. I’m basically just there to show my support
with my physical presence, something I’ve learned speaks WAY louder than any
words ever could.
Though I’d like to ask
lots of questions, I don’t. I keep quiet
and just watch, following along as I observe all the ways he cares for our
livestock. No wonder he likes to be here
with his cows; each one calls to him as she spots his cowboy hat on the
horizon. And when they hear his voice, they all come running; I know there
could be no other Welcome Wagon in the world that means more to him than
this.
A part of my brain tells
me I’ve got better things to tend to, yet my heart knows this
shoulder-to-shoulder time doing chores is valuable to my husband. Sometimes as we look over the herd, he tells
me his thoughts and concerns; other times he shares some insight into why a
particular steer is hanging back or has drooping ears. Here is where I get to learn things about my
husband that I would otherwise miss. And
here is where I’ve discovered that my husband spells love like this: “T-I-M-E.”
Now WE’RE Cookin’,
Chef Alli