I just have to say that it is so wonderful to have a good husband. I've been thinking about that more since my previous post about mothering. Eric is so nice to let me complain, and nice to make me take a break when I need one or want one.
(Examples: last week there were loads of laundry to fold and I tried to help but he wouldn't let me because I had had an exhausting week with the kids; a bit ago I galavanted off to Portland with the girls to get away from it all; and a longer bit ago this good man sent me packing to Hawaii.)
And he really loves me, the real me inside, and he helps out so that I feel like that person regularly instead of just once in a while. Lucky in love, I am.