I went to a party tonight with my sister and brother-in-law. I asked my husband if he wanted to go, being that it’s his birthday tomorrow and I thought he might want to get away for an evening. He declined and said there were some things he wanted to finish up at The Bookworm Box.
So we went to the party without him.
We got back into town close to midnight tonight. I called him to see if he was home with the kids and he said he was still at the bookstore filling orders. He had been at the store going on twelve hours by this point and had single-handedly packaged and fulfilled over 500 orders today.
This is nothing new. Every morning, he goes to the bookstore and balances things after dropping the kids off at school. Then he’s almost always at the store at any given point during the day working, even if we have someone else working the store that day.
On the days when we have to package thousands of boxes, he’s the first one at the store setting things up and the last one to leave when it’s all finished.
He’s the one who ensures the thousands of boxes are shipped out every month. He’s the one who unloads the thousands of pallets of unassembled boxes by hand. He’s the one who unloads and organizes the 4,500 autographed books that are sent to the store each month to be shipped out. He’s the one who processes all the online orders, packages them and ships them out.
And he’s also the one who never talks about it. Never posts about it. Never expects anything in return. Not even a paycheck.
He’s the hardest working man I know and he doesn’t accept a single penny for payment.
Sometimes people will crack jokes with him and say it must be nice not to have a job. My husband just laughs and tells them he has a great life. But what he fails to tell them is how hard he works for this charity. How it would fall apart without the many hours he puts into it every single day.
His birthday is Sunday, March 20th. Technically, that’s right now. And instead of spending the Saturday night before his birthday out celebrating, he spent it volunteering at the store by himself.
Tomorrow, instead of spending his birthday in front of the TV, he’s going to spend it helping 30 other volunteers package and prepare thousands of boxes for shipment.
It was really late tonight when I got back into town, but I snapped this picture of him from outside the store while he was setting up the store for the packing party that will come bright and early in the morning.
Knowing him, he’ll be mad at me for posting this. Because he doesn’t want or need recognition for anything he does. But knowing me, I can’t not be proud of him. He’s the best thing that ever happened to me. He’s the best thing that ever happened to our children. He’s the best thing that ever happened to this charity.
I write about sexy pilots and poets and musicians, but all of the fictional boyfriends in the world couldn’t hold a candle to this man.