This is Fabian. Here is a funny story of how I know I picked the right woman: My wife was giving birth the other day during a thunderstorm. It’s like every contraction there was thunder and bolt of lightning. A groaning boom of thunders! The crash of lighting flashes! And deep respirations of "two – dah, two – dah". The rains pattered the hospital window in the darkened room. It was a total production. The seemingly normal hospital room transformed completely. We were alone one moment in silence, then in single file the nurses and midwife marched slowly into the room. Like a platoon. Their game faces were on. The back of the bed was the first thing to transform. The nurses placed my wife's legs in the stirrups. The bed was elevated into a seated position. The whole show was about to go down. The lights of the room were completely off and another set of lights hidden in the ceiling came down. They looked like spot lights from a theatre aimed right at the place the baby was to be born. A table covered in blue material was rolled in only to later reveal all sorts of metal utensils and tools if the need to use them arised. The hard part. We were in the very end of our labor and delivery and Janette was having ferocious contractions. She was writhing my right hand in pain and pumping it back and forth severely and aggressively throughout the contractions as she tried to be breathe through them. I was encouraging her along the way the best I knew how, as the baby’s head was crowning. Today, she confesses to a family member, that during that moment, she thought this, “I didn’t want to swing Fabian’s hand back and forth too hard because he plays the violin.” Seriously guys…what incredible love from an incredible woman.