Danny’s wife cared for the kids, helped them in the bathroom, taught them not to get their… bits… stuck in the zipper. That sort of thing. She cooked and cleaned, mended the knob on the cooker, taught the dog not to bite.
Danny’s wife put the right cheese in his lunchbox, right drinks in the fridge, right cushion on his chair. She gave him the right flavored medicine when he was ill and drove him to work.
Danny’s wife sometimes thought she had five sons instead of four, till Danny closed the bedroom door.
“Love you,” he said, and more.