My husband lays down his life for us every day. He goes to school, comes home, spends time with our boy, and takes time for me. I've been seriously blessed in the husband department. I have terrible seasonal allergies and so tonight he took time (and his own sweat) to install a working air conditioner in our window because I can't sleep with the windows open and not pay for it the next day in sneezes. This afternoon I came downstairs after a nap and found my husband and son. Little son had dirty hands. Hubby had taken him to our creek to play in the mud. Did I say I'm blessed? I'm sure our son feels the same way, clear down to the dirt stuck on his little fingers.