When I think back on the gold star moments of our marriage, Aidan’s birth was one of them. No one but the nurses suspected that Aidan might have medical issues. I had a “normal” pregnancy and delivery and his little super star Apgar scores were 9 and 8. The nurses, however, kept a close watch on him. In the middle of the second night as I slept soundly, Garreth was conferring with the nurses and doctor. He came in to wake me to say that Aidan was being transferred by ambulance to a bigger hospital for observation. Garreth had a plan. Take this happy pill, go back to sleep, I’ll do the rest. “The rest” was quite difficult. Pack baby into ambulance, drive an hour to another hospital, meet a slew of new doctors, find a couch to sleep on. Worry, pray, repeat. I didn’t marry a planner or an initiator, but in that moment when it counted the most, Garreth protected his wife and baby in one fell swoop. I love him for that.