Seriously

Seriously, may I take a moment to brag on my husband?  A few months ago, I was having a hormonal meltdown because I suddenly felt like I didn't have everything I needed for Lily's arrival.  Zach, being the compassionate and sensible man that he is, just held me and asked, "What do you need?  What would make you feel more prepared?"  The highest "priority" in my mind was a changing table, so that was my answer.  His reply?  "I can make one for you."  A few weeks later, I had this:

  Not only do I love the fact that my man has mad carpentry skills; I love the fact that when he says, "I can do that for you," he does.