Chirrp, Chirrp

This is a picture of the smoke alarm in our bedroom. It decided that it needed a new battery last night-- in the middle of the night. It started making the chirrping noise every few minutes at about one o'clock in the morning. Of course Mike had no trouble sleeping (and snoring) through it. I, on the other hand, woke up every time it chirrped. It seemed like I would just be falling asleep after waking up from the last chirrping when it would chirrp again. I nudged Mike. He got up, half asleep, went downstairs to get a new battery, pulled our ottoman over so he could stand on it, and replaced the battery. I couldn't believe it. He did it without a word and was soon back in bed, sawing logs. What a guy!

This reminded me of a story my parents used to tell about when they were first married. They were living in their trailer at the BYU married student trailer park and it was raining. My mom, who is the world's lightest sleeper, couldn't sleep because the water was dripping outside and making some noise. It was the middle of the night and my dad went outside and hung some fabric between two chairs to catch the drip and silence the sound. Whenever I heard that story I dreamed about the day that I would have a husband like that. It looks like I found him!