I have great spacial organizational skills… okay, they might not be great, but they’re better than my husband’s spacial organization skills!

Basically what I’m trying to say is I pack Pete when he travels.  I do, I do, I do…

He usually lays out most of the clothing and I take that stack of clothing from this….

To this….

Some of my friends have voiced their confusion on why I pack for him when he’s a perfectly capable adult male.  To be honest I’ve even wondered myself why I spend time packing the suitcase of a man who is extremely competent.  A man who adequately manages leading a healthy church busting at the seams with growth.  A man who is respected and sought out for advice.  Why do I do the simple, think-less task of packing his suitcase?

After 11 years of marriage and four trips this month it finally dawned on me while I pack Pete without protest.

It’s quite simple, it makes him feel loved.  His love language is acts of service and if the simple task of packing his suitcase allows him to leave our house feeling loved, then I’ll do it without complaint (most of the time).

And just because I couldn’t resist sharing these pictures, here’s Gage who got up early to see his Daddy off for one of the trips.  There’s nothing sweet than a sleepy child.

And here’s his favorite stuffed animal he affectionately named after his daddy… meet Mr. Pete the gorilla.

What’s one thing you do for your spouse that they’re perfectly capable of doing themselves, but you do anyway out of love?