Dreams do come true.

As I sit here I am listening to one of the most beautiful sounds in the world, a running dishwasher. Now before you think I've totally gone off my rocker let me give you the history as to why this sound is so sweet.

Hubby and I had always lived in apartments that came fully furnished with dishwashers and it was a wonderful thing indeed. This is because I despise washing dishes beyond any other chore in the world. So when we bought our house one of the requirements was that it had to have a functioning dishwasher in place. This was the case with the house we bought however, a year after moving in the dishwasher broke and it was one hot minute before we were at Home Depot to replace this fine machine. We picked out the model and had it delivered that week with the plan that the young men would also install the beast.

This is not of course what happened. What happened was that the dishwasher was delivered where after inspection they claimed they could not install it because the shut-off valve for the water was more than 50 feet from the unit. This was the worst news because my less than inclined husband then stated he would put it in no big deal. The dishwasher sat in it's new box in my front room for six months. I'm not even making this up. At the six month mark my darling husband did manage to put the dishwasher in the hole where it goes in the kitchen where it sat with the plastic still on it for the next three years.

I threatened him, begged him, told him I was going to hire it out, and refused to wash a dish until the thing was hooked up. He never budged on the matter. He simply stated that he would do it soon and that we would appreciate it more if we had to wait to have one again. It took everything that I have not to nag him every day over the last couple of years.

Well out of the blue when I came home last night he put on his coat and headed to Home Depot to pick up the parts to fix the dishwasher. The wonderful part is that I hadn't even mentioned the dishwasher in several months except to tell him that it would need to be in place before I was home full time.

So now as I sit here and listen to the gentle churn of the water in the dishwasher I'm thankful that although my husband lives in a world without clocks he does eventually do what he says he's gonna do and he does it well.

Do any of you have spouses that live with a different concept of time? Do they just in general drive you nuts sometimes? Sometimes I think mine drives me crazy with the exact intensity that I love him.