Can I Brag On My Wife

This last weekend I needed to run in William's room to grab something and for some reason stopped to look around again. It was supposed to be a quick in and out grab, but I got stuck. I couldn't help but notice how wonderfully Rebecca had prepared for him. She had all his clothes in the changing table ready to go; all his little socks washed and paired up. His diapers were all opened ready to go in a stack on the end of the changing table with another package ready as backup just to the side. She then had tubs of clothes, pre-washed and folded divided into size groups below his crib sized 3-6mo, 6-9mo, 9-12mo, etc. The baby phone (monitor) was charged and ready to go. He had a little bath basket all made up with all the required soaps, washcloths, and stuff in it. He already had his own kitchen cabinet with all his plasticware washed and ready to go. His books were all stacked on the bookshelf organized by appropriate age range. He had little toys organized in his closet by appropriate age range and all his little shoes lined out across the bottom. His little come home outfit was still in the crib folded and ready with a little lamb outfit with matching socks and cap. I sat there for almost 45 minutes just marveling at all Rebecca had done to prepare for our little boy. She had absolutely everything except diaper lessons for the father. Can I just tell you she is the best mother ever.