My mother noted the other day that my husband seems to have aged since the birth of Baby A. And that got me thinking about the age-old question: Which came first, the chicken or the egg? You see, if our dear daughter has visibly aged him in only seven months (side note: God help him get through her puberty and high school years), I would certainly have had a hand in that at least nine months prior to that (if not sooner, knowing me and my oh-so-charming personality).
But my hubby is a real trooper. He never complains, is willing to pitch in around the house, can't wait to play with our Baby Girl every single day, and takes good care of me. So what if we give him a few gray hairs now and then? It's all in the name of love.
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