My husband and I met at summer camp when we were kids. Got married 5.5 years ago, had our first baby in 2019, then our second in 2020, both girls. I never thought I could love my husband more than I did until I saw him as a father to our children.

He is the only surviving male child in his family so the burden of having a son fell to him. I, personally, we devastated when we found out we were having another girl, because I so badly wanted him to have a boy. He didn't mind at all that he was going to be daddy to another girl.

My husband is a stay at home father. He takes care of my disabled mother. He helps my elderly father with chores around the house, and cooks dinner almost every night. He packs my lunches and snacks. Washes and fills my water mug. Makes me fresh, hand ground coffee just how I like it.

He will usually brush my hair before bed so the curls don't knot while I sleep. He feeds me or gets me easy snacks and drinks while I breastfeed at home. He will prep my toothbrush before bed and change out all our dirty towels with fresh ones to shower and wash my face with. He tells me which outfits look best on me, and is sometimes painfully honest, but always in a kind way.

He bakes and cooks, cleans house, plays with our girls, and teaches our oldest good hygiene habits. He knows when I'm upset when I need an ear versus a solution. He pushes me to go for that big opportunity, to treat myself, to spend time with my friends and his family. When I want junk food to soothe a bad day, he will make me a healthy alternative that targets my cravings.

I love my husband so much and needed to put it out there how much I appreciate him. 💕