PA has the cutest ways of saying "I love you." He can't stand on his foot for another 6 weeks, so the backyard hasn't been mowed for about a month. It desperately needs it. He knew I was going to have to mow it.
He crawled out to the carport and raised the mowing height of the mower. He doesn't want me to hurt my back and I don't want him to break the last pin in his ankle (surgery for sure), so he's made a plan. He's tied a rope to the mower and I'm going to push it while he sits in a chair and pulls the mower with the rope. It's a quirky love, but it's our love.