I woke up crying at four in the morning and could not go back to sleep. Nathan just held me and let me cry.
At five, he got up with me – even though it wasn’t light yet – and went with me to work at mom’s house.
That’s a lot of love.
When I could not speak for crying, Nathan showed our ward friends which pieces of furniture to take back to my house (again).
When my family lost it, every one of us, when we had to hand one of mom’s dogs over, he politely walked the family to the door and thanked them.
When my brother and I had nothing left to give, he made sure the teen girls had cinnamon rolls to make, Jess got some cuddle time, and he took Cobie on a nature walk for a photography lesson.
And when we all collapsed in exhaustion and tears after moving mom’s things and giving away Little Bit, he played piano for us until we calmed. He soothed us with music and love, until we had no more tears, and then he made us laugh with funny hymn speeds and flourishes.
I am so grateful for him, and I do love him so much.