How do I love Garry? Let me count the ways:
He responds to 4:45 p.m. distress calls within 15 minutes.
He greets me with a sympathetic hug and kiss, plus open arms for three crazy boys.
He changes diapers, fixes dinner, feeds the kids, plays games, reads stories, and puts boys to bed...and whistles while he works.
He does all of the above while I nurse a wicked headache, alone and in the dark downstairs.
He talks me off a cliff when my addled brain is too overwhelmed to process properly.
He whips out Excel spreadsheets that organize and compute and fix all of my (ward-party-related) problems.
He busts out Photoshop to effortlessly (and incredibly quickly!) arrange Excel numbers into a pretty presentation.
He leans back in his chair, crosses his arms over his chest, flashes me his trademark two-dimple grin, and says, "Why work hard when the computer can do it for me?"
He acts like being my honorary activities committee member slash knight in shining armor is no big deal.
He never mentions the fact that he, too, had a long and tiring day, 90% of which was spent toiling in front of a computer.
And about a million other ways. These ways just manifested themselves between 5 and 10 p.m. last night.
Love ya, babe.