The Mateo definitely got cheated on this particular bit of our wedding vows.

I'm the only one who gets sick.

He's the one who feeds the children, washes the dishes and generally keeps the engines humming while I lie in bed mewling like a wet cat.

In the nine years we've been married, I've yet to hear this man complain. Ever. It simply never happens.

He also doesn't emote. At least, not to the undiscriminating eye. This used to be disconcerting. Being female and having no brothers, I had no idea what the heck it was to be male. I assumed all humans emoted discernibly.

But now, I so get it. When I'm sick in bed, there is nothing like a man made of steel to hunker down and blast out a day's worth of dirty dishes in 2.5 minutes.

He cooks, he cleans, he tends to the sick, he brings home the bacon...

Hmm...what is it that I contribute around here?