It was around twelve thirty last night, when Smaller Child woke me up crying. I tried to get out of bed, but my knee had locked up. I couldn't move it. I nudged my Beautiful Bald Husband. He awoke, heard the baby cry... I said, "I can't stand up! My knee's locked up." without hesitation, without a moan, groan, or even a second thought, he sat up and said, "What can I do to help?"
If you wake me up in the middle of the night,I can barely form a sentence... And if I do it is usually along the lines of, "why the heck are you waking me up?!?" But with him, his first thought, it's of others, of me, of what he can do to help.
He's a rare bird, indeed.
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