Davey

Dave is a great husband. Dave is a great father. I've heard the expression "more than I could have hoped for" so much that it's never held much meaning for me, but as I reflected on Dave today, that was what came to mind. I couldn't have hoped for better. I couldn't have imagined someone could be so sensitive, selfless, and genuinely desirous for my well-being and happiness. I. could. not. do. this. without. Dave. (I can barely do it with him, but he is what makes it possible.) This parenting-an-infant thing is so ridiculously exhausting and stressful and anxiety-producing (in addition to being a blessing, and miraculous, and amazing) and Dave's kindness and willingness to "take one for the team" are the sole reason I don't plunge off the edge (that I perch precariously on) into full-fledged arm-flapping insanity and/or major depression.

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On a funny note, I asked Dave if he could pick up some pads for me at the store. Because he is the mature, loving man that he is, Dave did not balk nor refuse. Instead, when he came home, there were two items in his grocery bag.

"I thought it would be weird if I just bought pads," he explained sheepishly, holding up the random item also in his bag. "So to make it less awkward, I got some chips too."