December 16

I have a truly wonderful husband. This morning he wanted to get to work early because he has a day full of potentially stressful meetings (he realized this last night when he was taking a turn trying to get Simon to sleep. See? Wonderful). When we woke up to snow—at 7:42, already pushing it to get to work at 8—he still got Simon changed and dressed and then he suggested I go out and try to get some pics of the snow while the winter wonderland was still pristine. (And if I knew more about our camera, I could have gotten some really great shots. As it is, they are all pretty dark and the white balance is all wackadoo. Still, it’s the thought that counts.) And if that weren’t enough, he also filled up the car with gas on our way to work (making him even later)—this because he knows I hate doing it (for no good reason, I just do)—and bought me a caffeine-free Diet Coke because he remembered I’m out and that I haven’t had time to go to the grocery. In other words, in one morning alone he was good to me in so many ways that I cannot even fit them all into a grammatically coherent sentence.