When we are younger, dating, and know everything, we are looking for certain things in a partner.
Obviously, someone we are sexually attracted to. Someone with a good sense of humor. Similar interests. A good job. Shared values.
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.
This is love, attraction, and devotion all rolled into one.
A man who puts gas in my car without even telling me so when I start my car, the tank is full. That is literally the way to my heart. And I don’t mean just paying, I mean the act of taking my car to the gas station and filling it up.
A partner who changes diapers, slathers butt cream on a rash, gives baths, puts a wiggly baby in jammies, does night-time feedings, kisses boo-boos, and wipes boogers.
A partner who fills the coffee pot with water, grounds and sets the timer so it’s ready when I wake up in the morning.
Someone who slaps my butt when I walk by and tickles my sides even when I yell and swat back.
A partner who looks at your episiotomy incision, bloody nipples, ingrown hairs, and hemorrhoids. Because ain’t no friend gonna want to look at that…
