Andy has been great the past week and a half; he understands that working late has been sucking quite a lot for me, and has been letting me sleep in for as much as I can before he leaves for work (usually between 8 – 9:30AM). He’s been letting me out of the house while he watches Miles so that I can be as productive as possible.
But this morning, all that was small cakes when he came in before he left for work to say, “It’s time to get up, sweetie. Miles has a fresh diaper, and I already fed him breakfast. I’ve got a load of dishes in the dishwasher, and your coffee is just about done brewing.”
All I can say is, Dear Husband, I’m so glad that we survived the various insanities of our young and early relationship to make it to this most awesome moment as married adults. I love you, And not just because you make a pretty mean cup of joe, despite not being a coffee drinker yourself.