A Spare

A spare is a good thing to have around some times. Spare change. A spare tire. You know...things of that nature.

I found me a spare hero this evening.

My first hero is my Daddy. Any girl chile* who has been fortunate enough to have a good Daddy will tell you that he is her very first hero in life. Mine is no exception. He has come to my rescue so many times, I lost count around the age of five. He has answered some of the deepest thought provoking questions. He's fixed cars that prolly should have been shot and buried. When something has gone wrong in my life, I've never hesitated to call on my Daddy. Oh, he might fuss and grumble some because that's his way, but he fixes and repairs to the best of his ability, therefore constantly reaffirming his role as my first hero.

There's my hubby. He was my knight in uniform that made me realize that there are, indeed, good men in this world like my Daddy. He might not can fix a car or build amazing things from scratch with wood and nails, but he sure fixed this messed up heart of mine. That's pretty amazing in my book. And the fact that he's a freaking whiz with numbers and can help the kids with math home work is a HUGE plus. I tease him that he is spoiled rotten by first his own Mother, and now me. He does not dispute this fact at all. He simply can't.

I know I'm spoiled by him. He does so many little hero things day in and out that the overall picture he's building will be pretty dang spectacular one day. Tonight, I made the comment to him that I knew we had a heating pad. I was in dire need of one. Then I looked at him and said...It's on your end of the couch, right? Back in our South Carolina house? Sadly, we both knew this to be true. Immediately, he offered to get dressed and go right then and buy me one. (See? Total hero qualities, Internets. Are you jealous yet?) I declined his offer as I knew he was tired and just needed to enjoy his television as The Boy was already in bed. (Really, though? They had been wrestling earlier and I'm thinking The Boy had worked his Daddy over but good.)

I was on a popular messenger talking with a friend (of the former mosquito post) and I mentioned to her my desire for a heating pad. And the reasons for wanting one. She, without hesitation, dug hers out and had that husband of hers out of the door and headed my way. To the rescue he came! Within a few minutes he was knocking on the door. Now THAT'S a good man. Of course I protested when she told me he was bringing it, but he was already gone!

He stayed and spoke a moment but headed back when she im'd me (laptops are wonderful inventions) to let me know the dog had gone crazy when he walked out. Into the dark he went to soothe that new puppy of his.

So spares are nice to have around, Internets.

And a spare hero?

Priceless.




*chile- meant to spell it that way even though spell check does not agree with me. Southern people tend to say this word from time to time, although I do believe it is a word on the endangered list.