Growing up, I always knew that I wanted to have children someday. I went through my series of boyfriends, who only ever satisfied a portion of what a relationship should be. They always lacked something, which I came to realize later. It was also always a struggle. A struggle to know what they were thinking. A struggle to keep the relationship going. It was exhausting.
Then I met my husband, and suddenly it was easy
We are partners in our household and support each other when the other one needs it
My husband encourages me to take a break when I’m about to burn out. He watches the kids, and I get a chance to reconnect to myself. He is fun, playful, and affectionate to our children. He makes them and me laugh. My daughter knows she can go to him just as easily for a ponytail as she can with me {though he refuses to learn how to braid}. My son knows he can go to him to cuddle or wrestle. He listens to their stories. Even after a long day at work, he just wants to be near them.
Watching my husband with our kids is one of the things that makes my heart happy. I don't know what we'd do without him. He may not think I notice everything, but I do, and I couldn’t have found anyone better.
