The following story is mostly for me, just so I don't forget.
Handsome woke me up this morning when he got home from work. "Get up!" He said, and attempted to pull me out of bed by one arm and one leg. "I have something to show you."
He dragged me to the baby's room. For a brief second, I thought maybe he found the baby. You know. Because the baby was... lost?? Clearly I was still mostly sleeping at this point.
And then he pulled up the window shade. Told me to look.
It was the sunrise.
"I thought my truck was on fire" he told me, as he hugged me and let me soak in the beautiful, flaming sky that marked the morning of our bambino's due date.
I love this man of mine. I love that he wants to share things with me, to show me stuff that he thinks is awesome. That he tells me all of his stories, even when they're long. And about the specific gun clips/magazines he wants to buy. Even then.