Talking Toothpaste

“Think about a person that you’re grateful to have in your life,” said Mike the yoga instructor this morning. 

For some reason, today my husband’s image popped into my mind.  Who’s the person who fixes all those little things in life that I find too challenging or that I forget about?  Take the toothpaste tube.  So it’s been down to its last squeeze for quite some time now and I keep making a mental note to go down to the basement to get a new tube.  I know we have several down there.  But instead I struggle to wrestle out yet another tiny bit, and exit forgetting to replace it.  My husband miraculously winds up that tube, so that it’s now about 3 inches and still usable with ease, and it’s cleaner that it was, with no previous paste hovering around it. 

What would I do without him?  And of course, it’s not just toothpaste.  If a smoke alarm or carbon monoxide alarm should make that annoying sound that indicates it needs to be changed, who do you think changes them?  Of course don’t let me forget about the refrigerator water filter that requires frequent replacing, and he has to get down on all fours to maneuver it in under the refrigerator.

Day 18 and I’m talking toothpaste.  I hope tomorrow I discover a less mundane topic to explore.