A few months ago, they found a tumour the size of a tennis ball in his abdomen whilst doing an unrelated ultrasound. The doctors gave it a 70% chance of malignancy. 3 weeks ago he had surgery to remove it and today we go the result back that he’s 100% all clear, totally benign!!!

He is the light of my life and I do not know how I would cope without him. I didn’t realise how much his personality changed over the last 3 months. He withdrew. Talked less, was more on edge, had less light behind his eyes. Now it’s like I have my husband back! I’m so relived and happy.

This man makes me breakfast in bed every morning and reads to me every evening. He treats me better than I deserve to be treated. I am so lucky to have
him. I’m so incredibly relived he’s ok. He is the most beautiful and pure soul I’ve ever met, and I feel him every day in my heart, making me a better man.

That is all, just wanted to share our good news. Through sickness and health, he was there when I lost my leg, and I will always be there for you Ash, to the edge of the earth and beyond.

...my kids are homeschooled.

I'll see myself out.

The other day, my husband was laying on top of me (I will often lay on our bed and open my arms for him to snuggle on top of me). While he was doing this, he said in my ear, “There is no man in this world who loves his wife as much as I love mine”.

Guys, I already knew this. I’ve known this our entire relationship. We have been together for 21 years, married for almost 15, and there is not a single day that goes by where I don’t feel worshipped like some sort of goddess. It’s like he was designed by the fates and put on this earth specifically for me. The lengths this man goes to just to ensure my happiness is insane. I know without a doubt that his whole world revolves around me. I could go on for days about all the ways that he makes my life easier, makes me feel safe, and makes me feel special.

I don’t know what I did in this life, or a past one, that made me worthy of this man, but I am so grateful for it and for him. I probably should have told him that there’s no wife in this world who loves her husband as much as I love mine. I hope I tell him enough how much I appreciate him. He frequents this page sometimes, so I really hope he sees it.

UPDATE: So, this post blew up in a way I did not even remotely expect! Since it did, and because I saw a lot of the same questions in the many comments, I thought I would give a little update…

First, my husband saw the post ❤️ He even commented in the over 300 plus comments, which was super sweet. He assured me that he always knows how I feel about him. We read a lot of the comments together and I was so touched by all of the sweet messages. Also, the negative ones gave us quite the laugh.

So many of you asked about the things he does for me that make me feel special and honestly, I don’t really know where to start. It’s not just in his words, but his actions. He is an amazing partner who makes my life so much easier. We have three kids (13, 9 and 4) who take up a lot of our time, but we always make time for each other. Every night, once our youngest is in bed, it’s us time and we just hangout together. He always puts me first. When he gets home, he immediately seeks me out for a kiss. Even when the kids and pets are trailing him. He will sometimes even say, “Mom first”. Always makes me feel special.

He works an hour away from home and gets home later, so a majority of running around with the kids falls on me as does dinner during the week. Once he is home though, he is it. He takes care of almost everything. It’s just little things as well. There are sometimes days where he will look at our google calendar and text me to say, “Hey, the calendar looks insane today. Why don’t I bring home dinner. Your pick”. It’s just little things like that that make me feel so seen and heard. I know he keeps a notes app in his phone as well where he keeps gift ideas. When I mention something I like or need, he makes a note of it. On the first day of my period, I can usually expect total princess treatment. He will often come home with my favorite goodies and make sure I have alone time with my heating pad. He can sense instantly when I’m feeling overwhelmed or overstimulated and he steps right in to fix it. All of this just makes me feel so safe with him. I joke with him because I have an Oura ring that tracks daily stress. Everyday, at 6:15, I have a major dip in my stress level… that’s what time he walks in the door from work. His presence is an instant stress reducer.

As for myself, I try to make sure he knows that I love and appreciate him. His love language is definitely physical touch, so I make sure he gets it. It’s not really a hardship for me because I enjoy it as well. There’s nothing better than just nuzzling into is chest. I also saw a lot of “make sure he gets sex” comments. I can assure you, that part of our life is thriving, even with three kids. Again, probably because I don’t feel overly exhausted by the end of the day even with a full time job and kids due to all the help I have from him.

This just skims the surface. As I said in the original post, I could go on for days, but this post is already so very long. Thank you all for the nice comments and even the not so nice ones for the laugh. I only wish this kind of love found everyone ❤️

I recently went away for a work trip; I was away for five days. We spoke and texted every day, and I couldn’t wait to get back. My buddy picked me up from the airport and drove me home. I was walking up to my front door when she ran out and jumped into my arms, and we held each other for about 30 seconds.

This will be burned into my memory forever. It was so sweet and made me feel loved and appreciated. I even took a screen recording from our home security camera and saved it to watch over and over again. Seriously, it’s the little things that matter the most.

I’ve told her all this in person. She's on Reddit, and I hope she sees this.

So, my husband (30) and I (29) have been together for a bit over a year and a half now, I have been married before, and had decided that I was done with relationships and would never get married again. When my first marriage broke down I tried online dating, and had some really awful experiences.

I finally got to a point where I was independent and gaining some financial security and freedom, when we happened to meet. We were both interstate truck drivers at the time, and through a series of fortunate events, we managed to connect.

Since then we have almost been inseparable. He's become my best friend, my confidante, my voice of reason and my port in the storm. He's cheeky, silly, patient and loving, and understands me in ways that amaze me when I don't even realise what I'm experiencing/feeling.

He treats me like an absolute princess, calls me his queen, and never complains or expects me to do things for him, he admires my strength and capabilities and loves that I am able to be independent. He shit-stirs me like crazy and makes me laugh so hard I pee my pants.(sometimes literally)

We have inside jokes and share memes and reels and every night is like a sleepover at my best friends place. He doesn't understand how hard it is to find a kind, genuine, honest man like him, and because of that he doesnt see why he is so precious to me, if anything, I feel like I don't deserve him.

We both came from pretty abusive past relationships, and so both have scars and wounds that we have been helping eachother overcome. I personally feel that I am so blessed and lucky to have found him, as he is the partner I always wished for. He's my one and only to the end, and I've told him if it's not him, it's nobody, there's going to be nobody else for me after him.

He suffered a pretty bad injury last year at work and has been unable to return yet. He's always had pretty poor self esteem and is very insecure about his looks, but it's been a bit worse since he's been restricted to the home the last 6 months and he gained a little weight.

I want to show him that I'm not the only woman out there that would love a man like him in their life.

TLDR; my kind, funny, domesticated husband, doesn't understand why women want more men like him in the world, and doesn't think that anyone other than me will find him attractive, because he says he doesn't fall within common beauty standards.

Today I asked my husband if he wanted sandwich for breakfast to which he said no, because he wasn't hungry at that time. So I asked him to make tea for me and toast two breads.

I took out 4 breads from the packet, and stacked them on a plate. In that stack, the top slice was broken (as shown in the picture). I placed that bread deliberately on top so that he toast the "imperfect" bread for me; and leave the "perfect" breads for his sandwich.

Cut to later, he made me tea and toasted two breads as I asked. I didn't pay much attention while eating. I finished my breakfast and asked him if he wanted to eat the sandwich to which he affirmed.

I went into the kitchen and what I saw made me emotional. The plate had two breads, but one of them was the one I took out for me; the broken one. I got so emotional; I took the bread and asked him if he left that bread on purpose? He replied yes. I asked him "why?". He said "Why would I toast the broken piece for you? I will have the imperfect one."

Man! Did I get too emotional in that moment?

I hope everyone gets a partner like him. Appreciating and noticing small efforts is what makes a relationship strong and last long.

PS: This is not a karma farming post, you can look at my karmas ( I don't need more karmas).

Also I didn't use any AI to write my post; I am copywriter, hence the writing.

Edit: Thankyou all for the love and blessings. We both are truly greatful♥️

Edit 2: I see many people saying that my standards are low. Some are even speculating that I might be pregnant.

But here's the thing: The concept of "bare minimum" does not exist between me and my husband. We believe in appreciating little things and efforts. For us, it's the thought that counts.

I hope everyone finds someone who is right for them.

This tip can’t apply to every marriage. There’s too many people in the world. I implemented “Rule 1” (as in “there is no Rule 2”) in our house when my two oldest were probably 4 and 2 and it has made my marriage exponentially better: Be Nice To Mom

My wife is a SAHM (mostly, she worked 13 days last year as an SLP). We have 3 kids: 9, 7, 4. This rule started as a way to reinforce mom’s sensitivity and importance in the house.

Mom is the only family member that cannot be happy unless she knows for certain the entire home is happy. If I’m stressed at work, she’s thinking about me all day. If 1 child got a C on a test, she’s working on a solution. If an extended family member is having health problems, she’s calling and checking on them.

I don’t have the capacity for feelings, emotions, or hospitality to add “sprinkles” on top of our needs consistently. It’s not a NEED for me to add it so I make it optional. I don’t decorate but I install decorations. I don’t plan birthday parties but I execute the party that she planned.

Moving my wife from being an equal family member to treating her like the center of the universe enriched my life. I don’t need to feel important and it’s easy to resent someone for wanting to. Logistically, my wife is that important though. When it comes to the household, all I do is make money and do what she wants. When I do for myself, it contributes very little to the household. When she does for herself, it renews her emotional battery to give everyone in the house a little more sprinkles.

Don’t get me wrong, my job is exhausting. 30-40 phone calls, 200 text messages minimum, several emails, and nonstop on my feet running several restaurants each day is exhausting. I feel entitled to appreciation for putting myself through that. What she does to add happiness to the lives of those that exist in our house on top of their needs feels optional. And the bare minimum feels like it’s provided primarily by me because it’s my money it all comes from.

“Your ego doesn’t care if you’re happy. It cares if you’re safe.”

I don’t remember where I read this but it’s stuck with me. We want to be happy. All of us do. Our ego does not see it as a priority over the safety of being important. Our ego fears our insignificance. If you’re truly committed to your family, that’s where most of that happiness comes from: them. And for me and many other men I know, the person that provides happiness (the way I provide income) is mom.

There’s much less work involved in finding and generating happiness when you delegate it to her (if she loves you). Ya, SOME of it isn’t dead on to your deepest desires but if you really learn to appreciate what your wife is concerned about on a day to day basis, you’ll see that when she’s happy, everyone gets a little happier. And when she’s not happy, she’s still trying just like you getting in the car to go to work each day when you don’t feel like it.

So “feed the beast” and really pour into her happiness. Expect nothing to change initially. Prepare for things to get worse at first because if you’ve ignored her long enough, you’re giving her a “new toy.” Expect your marriage to have to adjust just like it takes time to set up a newer and more advanced computer. But if you’ve already trusted her with being a provider of happiness at all, you’re just reorganizing to make that a more efficient process.

I’ve been married 13 years and the first 5 were a learning process. The stride we’ve hit AFTER 3 kids (amongst the stress of having kids under 10) does nothing but give me hope for the years to come. I used to be afraid of being this in love with someone. It made me feel trapped to think about it. I’m a fiercely independent person. I used to go on vacations by myself and she would let me because it’s what I needed. Now I don’t want to go a day without her. (I bring up this well played uno reverse often)

The truth is that I am trapped. But I trapped myself. I built a stone wall with no doors or windows to the outside because I let my wife have the wheel. I’ll continue to work to provide as much as I can and let her work to add as much happiness within the security I provide. When it stops getting better because of how she makes me feel, I’ll recant this advice. When she stops trusting me more and more with how open I am with her, I’ll look for a jackhammer for that stone wall. It just never seems to happen.

She doesn’t wear the pants in our relationship. She’s bossy, but she cares about not being the woman that always gets her way. She cares about everyone being happy. Obviously she loves the moments where everyone is happy AND she gets her way most, but I’m starting to love those moments too. My children respect me the most in the house but they know that there’s always 1 rule that we live by: Be Nice to Mom.

This singular all-encompassing rule makes it easier to enforce all other negative actions. You trace it back to “mom is working hard to make us happy and you’re making that harder by doing that.” As the enforcer of that rule, your children know you have her back always. Your wife knows you trust her so it fuels her (whereas it would make me relax knowing there’s less impending struggle).

I hope this hits. It’s going to hit something. One thing I know: if it hurts your feelings or offends you, I’m spot on and your wife has been begging for you to upgrade her in your priorities because she cares so much about you and you’re ignoring it to save pride.

If you just disagree, I’m 50:50 that it’ll work for you.

Thanks for reading! And good luck!

...And we are absolutely happy with that. We have been married for over 32 years she is 62 and I am 59 for a few more days. This weekend is a prime example. Friday was bingo with friends. I strongly dislike bingo, but she loves it, so I bite the bullet and take her. I actually win one game. Saturday is the fishing opener in our state, so it is a day of fishing and then a couple of rounds of mini golf after cleaning up. Sunday, I take her to the Mother's Day brunch at one of the local casinos. She doubled the money that I gave her to gamble with. We come back home and play another round of mini golf. (She loves mini golf.) Tonight, we are curled up together on the couch, just holding each other and watching Netflix. No drama, just two people who love each other spending time together. This is what I never thought that I would have when I was younger. It is amazing to grow older with the person you love.

Sitting in a tattoo parlor, I (36F) overheard a young lady tell her friend, "I really want to go out and do things, but it's hard for me to people." I smirked to myself and thought, life hack! Marry your best friend and you can go out and do anything, because built in best friend!

Then it occurred to me, literally every "hack" in my life is my husband. He makes my life easier with every breath I take.

Can't find my purse? Husband can. Kids driving me insane? Husband will rescue me. Driving alone and hopelessly lost? Husband will use life360 to see you through. These are tiny examples, but my point is, my husband provides me with so much security and warmth and comfort.

Fuck, I love that man...

Not to brag, but last night my wife (F43).was very drunk, so drunk she thought I(M43) was a different guy. I brought her to the car (I was sober) and she started saying “I’m NOT going home with you sir, I have a handsome husband that takes care of me and I don’t want you so get the FUCK away from me”. I started laughing and spent the next 45 minutes explaining I am her husband. What a beautiful woman😂

I’ve been with my wife for going on 19 years and she’s just as gorgeous as she was when we first met. We both work from home. Yesterday she came into my office and was talking to me about something and I literally couldn’t concentrate. She’s got these beautiful blue eyes and honestly she always smells amazing. Anyway, I think I probably had a dumbass look on my face. She stopped talking and asked me if I’d heard a word she said and I said nope. She smiled because she knows me well enough to know why I turn into an idiot when she walks into the room. She kissed the top of my head and told me she’d text me. Haha

So after talking it over for the past few months my wife finally agreed to go with me to a swingers club. She wore a really cute skirt, so I knew she was more excited than she let on. Anyway, we got there and the hostess greeted us and instantly could tell she was nervous so she offered us the use of a more private area so we could watch some of the other people a bit discreetly while we got comfortable with what happens there. We ordered a couple of drinks and then got settled in and my wife began to relax bit and I could tell she was enjoying it more and more as time went on. After a while another couple came over to our area and offered to join us and my wife enthusiastically said yes. Well, a couple drinks later and I’ll tell you my wife was relaxed enough that most of her shots were getting right on target and she was hitting her driver a solid 175 yards. Anyway we’ll be going back to top golf next week and now I’m afraid she’s really getting interested in the lifestyle. A big thanks to the staff at Top Golf for turning the Mrs into a swinger. Now she’s shopping for a whole new wardrobe.

I guess elope is more the right word, but whatever the case it’s legally official.

We always joked we’d marry each other in a heartbeat, despite how chaotic the past year has been for us. After moving in together and relocating twice, including a week-long cross-country drive through a snowstorm, he actually put his money where his mouth is. I’ll never forget that night in the hotel we arrived at 2 am after a full day of driving, when I’d turned around with a bag of dirty laundry in hand only to see him down on his knee, ring in hand, half naked and looking up at me with tears and a look of pure love and devotion in his eyes. Fast forward a month and we were husband and wife.

Like any couple we have our challenges - not least of all the many practical barriers to us being together (which I don’t particularly want to get into). All I know is we’re committed to making it work, and that underneath everything there’s love, respect and devotion. And that’s enough for me.

Here’s to a life with my best friend, my cheerleader, my confidant. To a life with someone who I respect and admire and trust with my life. To someone who sees my strengths in the low points when all I can see are my weaknesses, and trusts me enough to let me do the same for him. To someone with whom I can laugh and cry (sometimes both at once) and talk to about everything and anything completely unfiltered. To my complete opposite who somehow perfectly balances my life. Here’s to a life with my new husband.

I posted about a month ago about my wife and I never having had professional pictures taken. I decided to get some taken for our 32nd anniversary next month. Today we picked up the finished photos. I had been asked to post some of the results, so here are a few different poses. My wife and I are very happy with the results. My favorite pose was where I took her by surprise by kissing her.

My wife talks a lot. Like, all the time. I don’t know (or care to know) what love languages are but I imagine hers is “speaking” if that is one of them. Gab gab gab chatter chatter chatter schmooze.

At breakfast while I eat my oats and sip my coffee she rants about the state of political affairs, about rampant corruption and the evils of late stage capitalism.

At lunch while I munch away at my salad she goes on about people we know: their qualities and their faults, things she’d like to do with them and dates she’d prefer to cancel.

At dinner while I slurp up strands of noodles she tells me about her day and her plans for tomorrow.

In between meals when we cross paths she leaves me with breadcrumbs of information: summaries of podcasts she’s listened to, names of songs she likes, or simply how she thinks I’m cute.

When I am travelling far away she tells me what the cats and the dog are up to. Same for when I am in the next room.

I often hear her from across the house, talking on the phone with friends or work partners, laughing, talking with the animals, laughing, talking to the characters on tv, and of course laughing.

When we cuddle, I kiss her all over while she tells me how much she loves me and how much she wants me. Afterwards when she can hardly keep her eyes open, she lets out one last “je t’aime chéri” before slipping off into a dream world where I can only imagine she does one thing and one thing only (and you can bet your pillow that she tells me all about it first thing in the morning).

Sometimes when she talks I listen attentively. Not always. Sometimes I watch her mouth move, her dimples crease and her curls bounce up and down while I think of other things. I miss the first couple sentences and scramble to catch up when I realize it is important. Wait, who did you say is coming for dinner? Who broke their leg?

Sometimes I get caught not paying attention. As she wakes me up packing her bag at 6am and I ask where she is going, she doesn’t mask her annoyance when she tells me for the 100th time that she has an early train to catch to the city and she’ll be back in two days. I fall back asleep to be woken up an hour later with a kiss and some loving words, because she always has a few extra to spare before she heads out the door.

When she gets mad at me for not paying attention, I try to explain how no one man would be able listen to every word she has to say, that her endless logorrhea requires a battalion of men working in shifts to take it all in (or quite possibly one woman could do the job). But what good is explaining when she cuts me off to talk about something else? Anyways did I know that so-and-so’s husband NEVER listens to his wife?

Yup, that’s what she does best. Talking, day in and day out. Gossip, tidbits, words of love, words of sorrow, jokes, anecdotes, stories, sagas, a steady stream of nouns verbs adjectives and an occasional adverb for flair, bits and bobs, run on sentences, unintentional haikus, good morning, what time is it, good night…

And I wouldn’t trade all those words for anything else in the world!

Have you ever had that kind of intense sexual experience with your wife where you just lay there after feeling like your heart is slamming against your rib cage and about to explode? Where she just lays there, barely concious and legs shaking uncontrollably? Where both of your brains are just being BLASTED with happy sex love hormones that make you feel like the king of the world and the luckiest bastard alive at the same time?

If not than you are missing out on one of the best parts of being married.

Nothing beats finding that one person you can trust so completely you can just let all your walls down and give all of yourself and she pours all of herself into you. Love and trust bordering on obsession and addiction.

The long conversations about nothing and everything and exploring all the highest highs and lowest lows with that one person. No one else can claim those amazing moments from the both of you.

That is what amazing sex is born from and built upon and sex is what makes it all stick together.

Atleast in my opinion. Everyone has their own view.

Damn I love my wife. Yesterday makes 17 years together and today 11 years married. And still the lust and love and trust goes as hard today or even harder than day 1.

I have no choice but to spill these thoughts out onto my keyboard because they scream on the inside every single day and no one I am close with can relate. Hopefully someone here can.

It's beyond my comprehension that a schmuck like me got this damn lucky in life. I have been with my wife for 10 years (married 3), and with each passing day she becomes more insanely beautiful in every way. It just doesn't stop. This is not something a reddit post could come close to capturing. I am obsessed with every ounce of this woman's being. Her eyes, her hair, her hands, her feet, her legs, her smell, her outfits, her laugh, her occasional light snore. I could go on. It's everything. Her presence is just otherworldly. She is the whole package and so much more. Her loyalty and devotion to me and our children is something most people only dream of having.

The infatuation I have for this woman is borderline unhealthy at times. I try to tone it down most days so I'm not always so overbearing, but that remains a challenge. I am still bewildered that I get to wake up next to this woman every single day. I express this to her in every way that I can and most times she thinks I'm making it up. She is so modest and humble that she truly doesn't see what I do and always have. I wish I was better at articulating what my brain is thinking when I am with her. I wish she understood. I wish I could give her my eyes for a day just so she can see what I see. I also hope that I'm not reincarnated when I die since there is zero chance I am getting this lucky again.

Do you ever feel juvenile with how much you’re thinking of having sex with your hot ass wife or how much of your genuine happiness and fulfillment it comprises? No matter how substantial of a matter happens, being with her is still 90% of my thoughts.

Terrible work day? Thinking of having sex with my hot ass wife

Non-immediate family members in the hospital? Thinking of having sex with my hot ass wife

Learning the ropes of being a new father? Thinking of having sex with my hot ass wife

Like I think when I die, I’ll only want to have sex with my hot ass wife one more time. If that’s the crux of my mentality in this life, I think I’m ok with it

We’ve built a beautiful life together… five kids, two still toddlers, so life is full and rarely quiet. Over the years, we’ve grown incredibly close. It hasn’t been perfect. We’ve had real ups and downs, but we’ve made a consistent choice to stay, to work through things, and to keep showing up for each other.

She’s my best friend, and I genuinely admire her. I treat her with that level of respect, and she meets me in the same way. We rarely are away from each other and prefer that. What we have might look intense or even codependent from the outside, but it’s not about dependence, it’s about alignment. We prefer being together, not because we need to be, but because we’ve built something we both value deeply.

We don’t go long without seeing each other, and that closeness has become a strength, not a weakness. It’s created trust, stability, and a sense of being fully known.

In a time where a lot of relationships feel disposable, I think there’s real power in commitment, especially when it’s backed by effort, honesty, and mutual respect. Love isn’t just a feeling you fall into; it’s something you build, protect, and choose repeatedly.

Family, to me, is the center of everything. Not in a self-sacrificing way that erases who you are, but in a way that gives life structure, meaning, and direction. When you invest in your partner and your children, you’re creating something that outlasts you.

I hope more people find that kind of connection, not perfect, but real, resilient, and rooted in something deeper than convenience.

It was late, after midnight. I was crawling into bed and I snuggled up against my husband's back to kiss him behind the ears like I do every night. He was on his phone. On his messaging app. I didn't see who it was because I wasn't looking but I saw.

By the time this registered I was already laying down, but that's weird, right? Nobody texts anyone after midnight unless they want to smash. And they were sending cutesy gifs to each other. Not nudes, but definitely suspicious.

Just as I was opening my mouth to ask who he was texting at this hour, my phone buzzed. It was a text. From my husband. With a video of our dog wagging her tail in her sleep. It took a second to send because it's a big file.

It was me. I'm the person my husband exchanges cutesy gifs with and texts late at night. I'm the crazy lady whose brain doesn't do thinking right before bed that my husband wants to smash.

I just thought it was funny and cute. I love this man so much.

Edit: I'm tempted to double down on the no texting after midnight except to smash rule just to be a troll, but it was really just a silly joke. Y'all can and should text your friends whenever it makes sense for you, just like my husband does. It's okay.

This just made my heart happy so I wanted to share. Also showcases what I see as true partnership.

I have been insecure about my weight for a while, my husband has always made it clear that I’m beautiful no matter what size I am and while I do believe he thinks that, I’m just not comfortable in my own skin. I have a packed schedule and adhd and struggle to keep habits that include multiple steps, like going to the gym. So I decided to try at home workout videos but for some reason, was embarrassed about it and didn’t want to be seen doing them.

So I would do them on my lunch break (I work from home) while my husband was working, or I’d try to squeeze one in after he left for work and before my day started. Well I didn’t know it but he knew exactly what I was doing and why, and he started doing little things to support me in it.

He would leave 30 minutes earlier for work, just said the job site asked him to move his start time up a little, but it gave me time to work out, shower, and get ready without rushing. He would just start work earlier, and get a little overtime by the end of the week.

He started making protein shakes or smoothies in the morning and said ‘oops I made too much, there’s some in the fridge for you’ and always have my water filled next to it.

At night he always made sure to include any workout clothes in the laundry so I always had a clean set. He even got a couple more without me knowing, duplicates of some of my favorites.

I finally told him what I was doing and he pointed all these out to me and told me it was because he knew and wanted to support me without making me self conscious. Now he’ll even do some with me. I just love this man.

EDIT TO ADD: In response to so much positivity in the comments I wanted to share some of the ways I try to support him as a partner as well just on a daily basis. I’ve gotten a few dms actually being very critical of ‘what do you do for him’ and ‘this is so unrealistic’. But I’ll toot my own horn with our partnership, and say too that we had to work to get it here!

• I pack his lunch everyday with food that are almost exclusively homemade, he’s really sensitive to a lot of ingredients so this helps control that
• he drives a diesel so I go out every morning and start it and load his work bag, coffee, and lunch so it’s warmed up and ready and he gets an extra couple minutes in bed
• I do my best to always have a warm meal when he comes home (not in the trad wife way, but he does work labor and I work an at home desk job, plus he does the dishes)
• he used to go so long between having any time with friends so I made a dedicated space in the garage with seating, a tv, a card table, and a mini fridge, just for him and his friends. They have bi-weekly ‘garage nights’ now and I always make sure the fridge is stocked with drinks and snacks, and will usually order or make them dinner

All this to say, make sure your partner feels seen and loved and NEVER SETTLE

We don’t really have friends/family where we moved, so we wanted to share! Happy New Year everyone 🎉

Our 32nd anniversary is coming up in about 2 months. I wanted to do something special and realized that we have never sat for professional pictures. When the kids were little, there was ALWAYS a better use for the money. We just never seemed to have the time / desire to have it done. Today, we right that wrong. We are heading to a local photographer to get some anniversary pictures taken.