I lay a slumbering Ainsley in her crib and cringe as I remember how squeaky her bedroom door has become. To my surprise, it opens and closes soundlessly.
I zip across town late! late! late! and cringe as I remember I'm driving on fumes. I glance at the gas gauge and see that the tank is full.
I stumble into the kitchen to brew the morning Joe and cringe as I remember that we're out of milk and other necessities. I glance in the fridge and pantry and see that we have been resupplied with milk, juice, and Little Debbie Swiss Rolls.
I return home from a lunch with the gals and cringe as I look at my watch and realize I have been gone far longer than planned. I glance around the house to see happy kids and a cheerful hubby.
Generous, hard working, kind - a good husband is the gift that truly does keep on giving.