I de-Christmased the house today, all except getting the tree out. After I put Sarah to bed, I stayed upstairs for a while, continuing my not-a-resolution (master bedroom: DONE. YES).
When I came downstairs, all that was left of the tree was a drift of dried needles. And when I turned around, there stood Tom with the vacuum cleaner. I quite literally could not believe my eyes. After I regained my ability to speak and thanked and praised him for taking the tree out -- without being asked! and remembering to shake out the sheet underneath of its load of needles! outside! without being asked! and putting that sheet in the laundry room! without being asked! -- he said (and I swear to you this is an exact quote) he said, "I actually thought to myself, 'What would Tia do?'"
We've been together nine years, Tom and I. I don't believe I've ever been prouder.