I couldn't sleep, and I'd been bouncing up and down all night. I knew that I was disrupting Dave's sleep, too, so I decided to just get up and watch TV or read. After a few hours, the sun was coming up, and I went to the bathroom at the top of the stairs. Our bedroom is to the top left of the stairs. The bathroom is at the top and the spare bedroom is directly across the hall from our room.

I heard Dave get up and walk around the bed. The floor squeaked a little bit. He opened up the door, quickly, and rushed towards the spare bedroom...obviously concerned about me since I wasn't in bed. And then he stopped, took a step back, and adjusted his arm so that he wouldn't aggressively open the door. He wanted to make sure that he didn't wake me up...just in case I was in there.

He's got a totally subconscious kindness and generosity to him.

And that's why...