The Best Husband in the World (Brag Session, Beware)

This is my husband, as you all know. Every day of the last 9 months- (since our wedding day), he's shown me through small, every day little actions, how perfect he actually is. "Perfect", as in perfect for me...and even as in "perfection", he's pretty darn close, in my book. So I'm just gonna tell the world how wonderful he is right here.
This last week was a pretty eventful one. One day graced me with the "oh so wonderful" complications only the fortunate females can understand, scaring me into the hospital. The other was the dreaded 7 a.m. on a Saturday morning Praxis Test for teaching licensures. And lastly, my dear friend Marci's Baby Shower (which I'm not regretting at all, no offense marci, just imagining 20 women in my house while hosting a baby shower for the first time...it's understandably a little scary, right?). Here's the deal, I'm not sorry or complaining about any of these things, just simply setting the stage for the story of Steve's heroism.
Let me begin by saying, Steve has never been around me while consumed by cramps until this last Wednesday. Funny, huh? As mentioned, I had pain so excruciating I left the school secretary with my 2nd period class as I had just experienced a sudden attack of pain with nausia and feeling faint. Knowing my body, I knew what was coming, or at least I thought I did. Steve had just come home from a 48 hour shift when I called him and with my monster voice told him to come to the school to pick me up as fast as he could. (I couldn't drive in the state I was in). By the time he got there I was so convinced I needed to go to the hospital that I had him take me right to it. They checked me in, hooked me up, took some tests and ultrasounds and 4 hours later, said everything was "normal" and looked good. Of course! But the point of the story is that during those four hours, Steve never left my side. Even when I told him to go to the cafeteria to get something to eat because his tummy was grumbling. Hold my hand, he did. Dry my frustrated tears he did. See me in the ever-so un-glamorous state I was in, he did. Poor guy. My hero. And just for the record, I had to say, "It's a good thing you're a fire fighter," for the fun of remembering the Zachy moment, as he had got me checked in to the hospital so smoothly. You can stop reading now, if you want to save your heart from melting any more.
Friday morning, as I'm putting my make-up on in the bathroom, getting ready for school, I hear this scuffling noise in the bedroom. I look out to see Steve attempting to balance while getting dressed to go down stairs. I asked him what he was doing when he simply kissed me and said, "don't worry about it." I knew exactly what he was doing as a minute later I heard the sound of the fridge opening and closing and pots and pans clanking. He was making me my favorite breakfast, french toast, at an hour in the morning no one should ever have to be awake for, only to spend time with me and allow me to feel loved by him. As I stood in the mirror, applying my mascara that was running anyway, I thought to myself, "how did I get so lucky?"
Short and sweet and last but not least, (now you're so melted you're evaporating, right?) That same day he'd got all the furniture that cristina was so kind to lend us, arranged it in our Living Room, cleaned the kitchen, bathrooms, and vacuumed everywhere and made dinner, so that I could study for the test and not worry about cleaning for the shower the next day.
I'm really liking this marriage thing.
Sorry, girls. I guess I'm actually the wife with possession of the best husband in the world... I'm convinced of it.
You can consider this your "newlywed update" for any of you who were wondering how this first year has been treating us- because the afore mentioned stories were not all that uncommon as far as his consideration of me goes. He's my hero.