First you took the baby out of my arms to feed him when you got home from the laundromat (and doing all of our laundry) at midnight.
I had the worst headache of my life and I crumbled to the couch in gratitude.
When I woke up it was 2:30 in the morning and you were still feeding the baby.
I took him from you then. You looked pretty tired.
You made me oatmeal – the good kind – and even added fresh blueberries this morning. You wiped up the milk Moxie spilled (for fun!) all over the floor, changed her blowout, dressed her and wiped Micah's butt when he was bellowing out, WOULD YOU WIPE MY BUTT NOW PLEASE?!
Then you came and took the baby from me and burped him. Unasked. Just to give me a break.
And I thought to myself… my God.
You have about 5 billion points right now.