Okay, yesterday I posted about having a heavy heart. Darling and I talked and, once again, I was reminded why I love that man. He took my panicky, close-to-hyperventilating self and spoke calmly, rationally, and offered up some solid ideas. I love that he's utterly dedicated to me and our family. I love that when I'm worrying myself into a purple snit, he is calm and rational and more than willing to carry me. Make no mistake, sometimes we trade those roles. I'm glad he's my husband. I love that man.