Be There...
This post is about to be very personal, and open, and it gives me anxiety to tell people how much I have sucked as a wife. Andrew is an amazing husband, I'm really just not saying that. He jumps in and helps me, if I am trying to lift something that I shouldn't; or if I am struggling with cleaning stuff off the floor. He stood next to me all twelve hours of my labor, and even the last hour of me pushing. He is so amazing with Skye, more amazing than I could ever have imagined. He never ceases to amaze me, when he is exhausted, but will still make time to give Skye attention. He deals with me being over emotional, and doesn't get upset or even comment when the house is a complete disaster. There have been multiple occasions when he would get home from work, and the sink is overflowing with dishes, all of the laundry is dirty, and the house has never been more messy. Not once did he ever ask what I did all day, or make me feel bad for hi working all day and coming home to ...