he's the best

This is my husband. He is the best.

I got back from an international trip on Sunday. The trip was great, but ended sort of roughly, in the way that some international trips can. Digestive things, pulled muscles. But all my flights went through and so, Sunday evening, Caleb picked me up in a snow storm.

He's been making me food and homemade electrolyte drinks, washing the dishes, cleaning the house, and dealing with all the little stressful things that come up. He took me to the doctor and did not mind when I forgot our address, or how to spell his middle name, or where we kept plates and glasses in our kitchen. (Seriously, I don't know what happened to my mind.)

And so this blog is for him. My best friend and husband.