I do the taxes, RP kills the really big bugs. We go food shopping together.
I keep up with the family birthday and Chanukah cards, RP handles the phone calls from my cousin who cannot shaddap. We plan (and go on) our vacations together.
No one was more supportive to me as I lost weight. I hope I've done enough for him in terms of making the all-diet, all-the-time food palatable and varied. We run 5Ks together.
He's taught me to relax, that most things don't have to be done right this minute
. I hope I've given him a sense of urgency on some things.
We cook together. Someone is making salads, another is making smoothies. The main dish is miraculously heated up -- someone just does it. Then we sit in front of some sporting event or another and watch, and talk about our days. That might not be super-thrilling to some (or maybe most), but it is our home life. "How was your day?" is often followed by "Didya see that hit?"
I am just about always cold these days. Losing your insulation will do that to a person. When I crawl into bed alone, unless it's about 65 degrees or warmer, I'm freezing. But when RP gets in beside me, I'm warm.
It's -- to quote Goldilocks -- just right.