to close properly in winter.
We bought secondhand furniture. We argued about money. We cooked cheap meals and dreamed about the house we would eventually own.
Daniel worked hard in those early years.
He was ambitious, energetic, and determined to build a better life for us. When I became pregnant with Emma, he took on extra work without complaining.
He painted the nursery himself.
He drove me to medical appointments.
He stood beside my hospital bed after our daughter was born, holding her with such nervous tenderness that I laughed
