A Wonderful Husband 

I told N that I went to Macy’s and bought a bunch of clothes. 

“Go tomorrow, too,” he said. “And buy a bag to fit them all in. And more books! And order yourself a glass of wine to sleep better.”

He keeps sending me photos of Klara because he’s brimming over with the joy of spending time alone with her. 

I’m a fantastic wife, too, by the way but he doesn’t blog, so this might seem a bit one-sided. 

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