Last week was….a week. Sick Max, no sleep for any of us, constant walking outside to keep his airways open. I was tired. And emotional. No one wants to see their child sick, and it just makes everything hard.
But then there’s this guy (or rather his hand). Figuratively and practically, he always makes sure my cup is full. Whether it’s taking the boys so I can rest or work out, making my coffee for me in the morning (which he doesn’t like and doesn’t drink), or topping up my wine glass. He’s got my back, and I couldn’t ask for anything more. He makes sure I’m always topped up so I can keep everyone else’s cup full.