I know I've said it before, but I continue to find that each stage with Andrew gets better than the last. The other night, we were cooking stirfry together in the kitchen and I accidentally touched the hot stove, not long enough to cause any serious burn, but enough to make me yelp and jump up and down holding on to my finger. Andrew ran off and I honestly thought I had frightened him, but as I was soaking my finger under the cold tap, he returned, lab coat on and doctor's kit in hand, all ready to "fix my finga". Bless his heart.
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