He always lets me have the Datebook/Style section of the paper first.
He held my hand while I cried during the flight home and acted like it was totally normal and not at all horrifying. Which it was.
He made hot dogs and potato salad so we could have picnic food even though the fires have made a picnic impossible for now.
He opened up the wine after I managed to get the corkscrew stuck.
Everyone needs a Dave.
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