The Swede was the sweetest husband ever this morning. He drove me to Ikea and then killed an hour window shopping with the baby while I went buck wild. It was the longest I've ever been away from Jamie since he was born (the kid is insatiably hungry) and as luxurious as that totally selfish hour was, he was still on my mind, as evidenced by the baby-sized Ikea bag I purchased for him. You know, in case he ever decides to pitch in and help out with the copious loads of laundry he is so adept at creating.
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