"Just laugh, babe."

These were the words he {Arthur} spoke when I finally woke up and called him at 4:30 in the morning.
Arthur and I share a car. It's a little inconvenient sometimes, but we feel like we're doing our part to reduce carbon emissions and we get to spend more travelling time together (plus we're poor). All this sharing of one car had really been working out nicely until a couple of weeks ago.
The day of the worst day of my life, started like any other day we keep the car. We took Arthur to work in the morning and ran our errands during the day. Arthur was going to be working super late (maybe 1am) but said that he would ride TRAX home and we could pick him up there. We'd never had to pick him up that late, but when we'd gone at 10pm, it was rather easy to pack up sleeping Astrid and pick him up. So I figured it would be no big deal.
Astrid and I go to bed and I swear, I had the phone on vibrate (which usually wakes me up). At 4:30 a.m. I jolt out of bed and obviously freak out. I look at my phone...10 missed calls (plus voicemails). You've got to be kidding me. I call Arthur and he is walking down State Street--he's made it to 2100 South from downtown and he's waiting for a cab. And instead of saying anything mean to me as I sob and tell him I can never forgive myself, he tells me to laugh.
This story defines him very well, and especially the kind of husband he is. Could I be any luckier?