On Saturday, Palmer was playing downstairs. Kim and I were both upstairs. We heard a crash and then heard Palmer start crying. It was not the I'm-scared cry, but it was more of them I-hurt-myself cry.

I hustled downstairs to see what was wrong. He was trying to climbing back onto the chaise. Apparently, he had just fallen off it and scraped his back on the end-table.

I dusted him off and took him upstairs to show mommy his 'boo boo'. He had a scrape about two inches long on his back and it had a tiny bit of blood on it. When I showed it to Kim, she immediately broke out some hydrogen peroxide, Neosporin and a band-aid.

While she was applying treatment, I laughed. I asked her, "Do you know what I would have done for this if you weren't here?" He response was spot on. She knows me well. She said, "Probably nothing." Then, she said, "That's why God made mommies."

I love my wife. She's so good for me and our kids. Without her, there's no telling what kind of state we might be in.

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