Recently Sigel had to go in for major surgery on his ankle to repair...well the whole damn thing, really. Arch had decided that he wanted to come visit and that this would be the best time he could. He took two weeks off work and just sort of took over running the house while I sat with Sigel in the hospital after the anesthesia left him a wreck.
Arch cooked, cleaned and made sure the girls got their schoolwork done (we got behind this year so we're frantically playing catch up). He took care of our son every day. He never complained even though I was too tired to give him much attention and we'd been apart for 6 months previously. He left here so tired he eventually got very ill with bronchitis, but he never once blamed Sigel and I, or said the trip was a waste.
Even though he should have been in the hospital, himself, he still helped the girls with their math so that they could pass the class with a good grade.
If that isn't amazing I dunno what is.