Today I just needed to write a little tribute to my husband. There are not too many people in life who answer the call when it comes regardless of what the request is.
Yesterday evening a sister in the ward called because some kind of water line (most likely attached to the sprinkler system) had broken. She was looking for some Elders to help her fix the problem. At 8:30 pm a few choice men went to dig up some sprinklers and help someone in need. The mosquitoes joined the party along the way and eventually
Here are some men who are not scared of hard work. I am so impressed. I would be the one to make a phone call and stand back idly watching someone else do the job.
My husband came back pretty filthy. He had mud caked up his arms and in his hair. I took a picture merely to remind myself that I should work harder. He already washed his hands in this picture and you have to ignore the smug face. That isn't because he is prideful, but merely because he can't take a serious picture.
I also liked this picture of his back. I think it is Skyler's hand holding him down as a counter weight.
We sang the song Put Your Shoulder to the Wheel on Monday at Family