My nurses -- minus the Tic -- are doing a great job taking care of my body, but this guy gets the prize for tending my heart.
Jim is here (almost) every day for lunch, and shows up like clockwork every day after work, staying until I'm ready for my Ambien dose. And I know he's exhausted. He's still giving 110% at work -- which, for Jim, may mean setting the alarm for 4:30 am, to make sure he's ready to face the day -- at home, at church, with our rentals....you'd think there wasn't enough of him to go around, and yet he manages to get it all done -- and get it done well.
He knows my biggest fears and insecurities about this hospital stay, the looming delivery, and the daunting reality of bringing Sprout home, and he knows how to alleviate them all. I can't say enough about how proud I am to be his wife, and how happy I am to be giving him a son.