Being a Help Meet

Well the goats got out again this morning (third time in 4 days...)so Big John called and asked me to bring the stock trailer down. After an hour of driving around searching we took a break and when we returned a half hour later we could see them from the hill we were on, about 3 miles away. Praise God! We loaded them up and brought them back home, Enough of this foolishness!
Long story short...this isn't about goats, but it IS about me being a help meet and while I don't believe I'm being vain, the last two days I've tried really hard to do and be what my husband needs...especially when that's outside of my comfort zone. A couple examples:

Left my little miss (and the next two oldest boys) at a friends house in order to go help my sweety. It was the first time I'd ever left her anywhere (she's 10 1/2 months old) and she did great and honestly so did I.

Hooked up to the stock trailer twice (all by myself thank you very much...which was actually quite smooth and much less stressful then when I "have help")

In summary...and clarification, it was quite refreshing to really be a part of things that before the babies came along I would have naturally been a part of. It made me feel really good that I can still help my sweety in that way. I'm really not THAT much of a green horn but normally he knows I'm preoccupied with lil ones, so I miss those experiences and Opie goes to help instead. I'm here at home with babies, a home, schooling, and the garden. Big John is at work or in the field. Besides taking him meals, helping him switch fields, running the (rare) errand or working on a weekend project (during babies' naptimes), I don't get to work with him near as often as I'd like...ANYway. It was fun, the goats are safely home (in jail), the kids are (tied..just kidding) in bed and I'm off to follow suit.

P.S. Unfortunately I STILL can't back up a trailer.