The flowers die. The chocolate and meals get devoured. And the surprise getaways happen, and then they’re over. But it’s in the moments that you can depend on (over and over and over again), well, that’s where the love is found.
Twenty-somethings don’t think about 15 years down the line. Babies, stress, snoring, weight gain, a mid-life crisis, money struggles, and literally having not one second to think, sit, or relax. I have to laugh at what a good husband is to me now, after three kids, a mortgage, and nonstop chaos. You wouldn’t find any of these ‘traits’ on a dating profile. But they will matter eventually. Trust me.