What it looks like at my house when mom starts dating again:
We were making dinner together--he likes to help. If I’m washing lettuce for a salad he gets
out the tomatoes and the cucumbers and starts slicing them. (I don’t even have to ask). At one point I teased him about something and
he smeared his freshly washed wet hands on my face. Both of us were laughing and out of the
corner of my eye I caught my boys just staring.
One of them complained the other day “he’s always saying
that you work hard and we should help you out” and the other quickly responded “yeah,
dad used to say that too but at least he (the new guy) means it”. Because he noticed my dryer was pulled out
from the wall and when he asked me about it I told him the vent had
problems. So one day while I was at work
he grabbed my youngest and together they replaced the hose and pushed the dryer
back against the wall.
And then later that week he grabbed my 6 foot tall boy and
together they replaced my air filters and vacuumed lint out of the vents. (Explaining
that it was good experience because he’d probably have to do something similar
for investigators someday on a mission).
And he noticed that the sleeping bags and camping gear were
spread out in the garage so he got the boys to roll them up and store them on
the shelves.
It’s just so nice.
