12:07 a.m. January 3, 2010
Wife has just returned from hugging the toilet bowl. She settles into bed for a 10-minute respite before her bed-mate, a feverish 3-year-old girl, needs the blue plastic bowl once again.
She glances at the alarm clock on the dresser. It’s after midnight.
“Gabe?” she calls weakly to her husband trying to sleep next door in the 3-year-old’s bed.
“You too. I love you.”
The past 12 years have produced some of the most beautiful (and some of the most awful) moments of my life. And I wouldn’t change a single minute.
I love my husband. I’m the luckiest girl alive.
p.s. Those pics were taken a year ago. Let’s just pretend we’re feeling that robust right now.