We live in an older neighborhood, and there are quite a few widow ladies up and down the street. DH snow-blows EVERY drive every snowfall
He'll be out there all bundled up, his cheeks rosy and his breath fogging, and the phone will start to ring, to thank him for the kindness.
And in our freezer right now, there are muffins, some venison and a loaf of pumpkin bread from our kind neighbors, as well as a lovely hand-crocheted dishcloth hanging by the sink. (There WERE cookies, but well, you know---COOKIES).
So I KNOW how proud you are of your own Hubby. Where's the heartie when you need one?