I was freaking out the other day because some Douma family members were coming over and the house was a disaster. Rightfully so, but a disaster non-the-less. There was a laundry basket in the front hall, dishes everywhere, etc.
I had to rush out for a minute and when I got the laundry basket was gone. I noticed and thanked my ever-so-kind-husband.
A few days later I mentioned that I should clean the house. He told me not to worry. He was fine with living in dirty-ville. Plus, he said, I swept the other day.
I hadn't even noticed! When I apologized for not noticing and thanking him, he replied, "I didn't do it to be noticed. I did it for you."
Boy, I love this man!