I am married to the most fantabulous man. On Monday evening, my stomach was not feeling well and he was lacking a few tools and boards, so he took me and Bri home and then went to the new house by himself and pulled off rotten boards from window trim and put new boards up and then even put new guts in a toilet that was leaking. He didn't get home until after 1:00 a.m., and he still got up immediately at 5:15 a.m. when Brianna cried out that her bed was all wet. I am unspeakably fortunate.