We were going to work out together tonight after he mowed the lawn, but when he went to retrieve the lawn mower he found that it wouldn't run for more than thirty seconds before dying. A half hour later, I suggested that he leave it alone and we can take it to someone who fixes motors and things. He said he would be right in. After almost another hour of tinkering with it, however, he finally got the dern thing started.
And spent the rest of his backyard mowing time crying out triumphant "Ha ha!"s and "Yes!"es.
I love how his cuteness about even little lawn mower things makes me smile from inside, even when it also means we'll probably not go running tonight. I'm glad that he won - and not just because it means he'll be in a better mood knowing that our lawn looks better than our neighbors. I'm glad he won because his tenacity is one of the qualities I value about him most. Maybe it sounds funny to think, but I don't think I would love him like I do if he wasn't so stubborn!
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