I've been pretty crabby the last few days from being stuck in bed, dealing with on and off contractions, cramping, head aches, swelling, sweating, Darian using my insides to train for a cage fight and peeing constantly. Instead of getting agitated he sent flowers. Man did I feel like a schlemeil. What's the scripture about doing good to those who do evil to you because it's like dumping hot coals on their head? Well it's true. My head was aburning.
Every time I think "he's gotta be sick of me by now" he always does something to show the exact opposite. He keeps this up and I'll not only go sky diving but I'll....nevermind...
I really don't know what I'd do without him. He does everything around here on top of working while I'm stuck and he never complains. I'm pretty sure I hit the jackpot with that man. He's so sweet I could just sop him up with a biscuit!
