The other night I fell up the stairs.
I'd made it to the top step, my hands full, and I tripped on my robe and came crashing down onto the hardwood landing. My laptop, mouse, cellphone, and laptop table went skittering. I managed to hang onto my mug of tea. (I told you my hands were full!)
Mr. W came running. He helped me up, assessed the damage to me (I'm fine--just some bruises on my knees and wrist), assessed the damage to the floor (none--a miracle!), and then looked at me and said, "Do you need ice cream?"
He's a keeper.