he runs out to the grocery store and hunts through the aisles to find something odd I'm craving, and I'm not even pregnant.
he insists that we buy a store-bought cake for our ward bake auction, because he knows I will otherwise slave and stress over something homemade (although I was incredibly embarrassed to see the name HOLM next to our blatantly obvious generic store-bought cake).
he puts up his own blog posts just often enough to show he cares
he hauls out his equipment and clips my toe nails without complaint (sounds silly but very helpful when you have a bum back :))
he always says "Sure" when I voice my need to buy new shoes, like today... like RIGHT NOW.
he lets the girls run and tackle him two dozen times before bedtime.
Love ya Janson!
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