The gigantic 1%

I am not a careless person, but it is true that I don't notice much of my surroundings. I do one thing at a time, and that means that I only notice and think about one thing at a time. This is one of the things that makes me a good girlfriend and one of the things that makes me a bad girlfriend.
I only have room in my imagination to envision my life with Satu. None of the other fish in the sea matter at all. In fact, if Satu hadn't told me there was a sea, I probably would have forgotten.
Up side: Loyalty.
Down side: I only see about 1% of what goes on in my surroundings, and Satu is responsible for almost everything in my surroundings.
There are days when she has to take me by the hand and re-introduce me to the house I live in. Every few weeks I will notice something that I have seen for seven years and think that it is a new thing in our lives.
I say all of this because when I say that Satu has been busy, what I know about is probably only the tip of the iceberg. I am a hard person to live with. I don't close things, I don't notice when my shoes leak mud onto the floor and I usually just put things wherever I am when I happen to need a free hand for something else. Satu deals with all this and continuously pulls our home back from the event horizon that surrounds me.
Today, as I was burning up my brain cells on school work, Satu was getting the house ready for company (see exhibit 1.)

Exibit 1: Perfect hairball found at the event horizon
During the week Satu usually waits up for me and still gets up to feed our battle ax of a cat several times a night. She takes the recycling, picks up groceries and makes sure the dogs get out. When they get frozen paw syndrome and can't move anymore, she carries them back inside. She shovels snow like it is her superpower (see exhibit 2.)

Exhibit 2: snow ninja

Yesterday when I came home from work, Satu was so tired from shoveling that she just sat down in the road to let me into the driveway. I think that this may have been due less to the shoveling and more to the weight of clothing that she was wearing. Later in the evening when she peeled off the layers, the pile of clothes was bigger than she was. She is the most determined person that I know. Satu works beyond her abilities almost every day. She told me that in college she hurt her arms to the point where she had to use both hands to write. Did she ever consider not writing? Nope. Did she ever consider saying that she just couldn't finish the project? Nope, not her. Did she even slow down? Nope, she just used the power of pain to accelerate. 

I sometimes say that Satu has the heart of a lion, but in truth, the king of beasts bows to her quiet strength, I see it, and I only know about 1% of the story.