My husband had to go on a trip this morning. I was in the shower when he left. When I got out I went in the bedroom and he had made the bed, as usual. However the nicest thing he did was to turn my side of the bed down and put the chanel changer on my pillow, hoping I would go back to bed. I didn't and I won't. He worries too much.
He went from doing nothing around the house to practically taking over. And the sectacular thing about that is that he went from being disallusioned and in perpetual limbo to being happier and more fulfilled than he ever thought possible.