Bring on the tears.... I just finished reading a blog post about " When You Think Your Love Story is Boring " and it brought tears to my eyes. My husband would probably never run through an airport for me. But he does mow the grass, has been doing all the exterior renovations on the house and been fixing our house up when money allows to make it better for us. He watches our daughter on the weekends while I'm at work. Even when she's sick, feverish and puking, he's still there. He gets up at night when I have to be up the next morning on the weekends to console our daughter from bad dreams and gives her Daddy cuddles that scare away the nightmares. When our child kicked him from inside the womb and he finally felt her move, he laid there with his head on my pregnant belly, content. I knew, at that moment, that this man would go to the ends of the earth for his unborn child. He stood by me during my C-Section for our daughter, never letting go of my hand and asking
