As a teen, I always imagined having a big house with a white picket fence, lots of animals, and a big burly husband to take care of me and love me. He’d hold me close every night and I’d fall asleep in his arms...

I’ve been blessed with the big house, we have a fence for the 3 dogs (but it’s welded wire, not white picket 😂), and I have my big burly husband, but I’ve learned, men aren’t immovable forces who will always take care of us. My childhood fantasy is by no means shattered, but it’s not all roses. We’re struggling to conceive, we both work a ton, and most nights we go to bed at different times, and we mostly sleep facing opposite directions with very little cuddling. Sometimes though, we get to snuggle, and he holds me. Other times, I hold him. And even though my reality wouldn’t be perfect for teen me, it’s perfect imperfect for me now, and I wouldn’t have it any other way ❤️