I came home to a warm Leo and a cold beer. We watched the show and Leo petted my head for an hour. It was great. This morning I was thinking about just how damn great Leo is. A week ago Sunday I got a flat tire. Leo had already gotten up at the crack of dawn to do this diabetes research fund walk for my work and then we drove across town to attend mass at my church. Then I got a flat tire at lunch. Without hesitation, he stripped off his shirt, laid down in a puddle, and proceeded to jack up my car to change the tire. To make this even more amazing, Leo has never changed a tire before. Many people in Leo's position would have shrugged their shoulders and called a service station. Or complained.

Last year, when my mother was in Italy, Leo mowed her lawn. He had never mowed a lawn before, and was told as a child that if he ever touched a lawnmower, he would cut off his own toes. Plus, my mother has a huge lawn.

I have a "some assembly required" type bookcase that needs putting together, and Leo volunteered to drill the holes. He had never held a drill before.