Because let me tell you a little something I’ve learned in our short 4 years of marriage. The roses on the counter don’t mean a dang thing when your new baby has been inconsolably crying for three hours straight. When the exhaustion and sleep deprivation hit hard and you’ve cried more tears than you even thought you had. When you haven’t left the house in a week, haven’t showered, and can’t remember the last time you brushed your teeth or sat down to eat a full meal.
Marry the man who will take the screaming baby as soon as he gets home from a long day at work and tells you to go grab a latte. Marry the man who hovers over your daughter at bath time every single night and prays over her sweet life.