“I’d headed out to a little get-together quickly after dinner, leaving behind a table and sink full of dirty dishes. I hate leaving a dirty kitchen, but we were running behind in a major way. I was putting on my mascara with one hand, attempting to get my baby in a romper with the other. You see, my marriage isn’t perfect. It’s not a real-life rom-com. But it’s a partnership.”
‘I decided I’d tidy up before hopping in bed. Imagine the smile that washed over my face when I walked into a sparkling clean kitchen.’: Woman says marrying a man who cleans makes ‘all the difference’
‘Her grip on the bed rails quickly moved over to him. Her nails sliced through his shirt, like butter. They were in this fight not just to win, but to grow together.’
“He never stopped watching her face. In the middle of it all, he knew where his priorities were. The scratches, the teeth marks on his shoulder, all became battle scars.”
‘I looked to my husband with tears streaming down my face, apologizing. He lifted my chin, proud of me.’: Couple is the epitome of a dream team during childbirth laboring
“So many doubts started brewing. ‘My baby was breech for a reason,’ ‘my hips may be too narrow.’ But we were a team. My husband was my rock, my foundation, and got my mind where it needed to be. He’s truly my king. Nothing mattered but him.”
