I was the breadwinner for a while.
I made the money while my husband finished school. Now I stay home with the kids while he works.
He loves to cook. I love to bake.
He throws a load in the washer. I make sure it gets to the dryer.
He coaches. I cheer.
I understand he likes to sleep in on the weekends. And he knows we can start that movie after the kids are in bed, but 9 times out of 10 I’ll be asleep on the couch halfway through.
I quickly wipe down the kitchen every night. But when it’s his turn, he deep cleans it.
And every single night we pass one another in the hall as we take turns tucking in kids room to room to room.
Nothing makes him happier than an afternoon trail-running in the woods. Nothing makes me happier than a bowl of chocolate peanut butter ice cream before bedtime.
Somewhere along the way…
We stopped trying to change one another.
We stopped keeping track and stopped keeping score and decided to be on the same team.
Now we’re just two people growing up and growing old and raising kids and attempting to do this messy, ordinary life together.
LOVING with our whole hearts.