Complement

The other day, after my husband had washed the dinner dishes, I returned to the kitchen and discovered everything was clean and tidy except for the sink. A pile of rice from the dirty plates was blocking the drain hole.

My first inclination was to march off to Andy and complain: “Couldn’t you have rinsed the rice from the sink?” Couldn’t he have done the job properly?

Then, a radical thought popped into my mind:

Andy and I are useless on our own, but together, we’ve got everything covered.

I scooped the rice from the sink and turned on the cold tap. A moment later, the washing-up job was complete. And I was grateful that, unlike Andy’s contribution, mine had taken only a minute.

Andy and I are a fabulous team. We pick up after one another and finish each other’s chores.

We complement each other.

I’ve been tossing that thought around my mind for a while now. I rather like it. Do you?