He works long days (and sometimes nights) at the hospital. He serves willingly as the youth leader for the boys in our church (which is quite a big time commitment, I must say.) He studies hard to do the very best he possibly can. He is so diligent in his scripture study and prayers. He exercises and plays sports to stay strong and healthy. He takes care of his boys, playing doctor with Carson nearly every evening and wrestling little Everett. He pretty much does it all, and then somehow he is still always extremely patient and loving and helpful to me, his little old wife.
And, in a few minutes he will come home to find me blogging instead of taking care of a messy house and an un-prepared dinner, and he will say something like, "Oh good! You deserve a break. Let me go tidy up a bit."
I am a lucky girl.