A man who will always grab me a glass of water, soda, wine, refill on whatever. And he always puts ice in my drink. That to me is the sweetest thing.
A partner who sets up a giant movie screen in the backyard for the neighbor kids, drives way too many children around the neighborhood on a snowmobile, and invites the whole neighborhood over for a beer.
A man who straightens out our autistic son’s waistband on his underwear, smiles at his trains, even after the thousandth time, grinds up medications, demands a vocalization for a snack, attends every IEP meeting, makes phone calls, completes evaluations, and never gives up hope.
A partner who coaches hockey and baseball and who attends every single practice.
A man who remembers to grab a pocketful of Kleenex before he comes to the vet to say goodbye to our first baby. And not for himself, but for me.
A partner who snapchats you poop smeared on your wall with the caption, ‘Grab cleaner, your kid finally pooped! Yay!’ My response: ‘You’re doing Snapchat wrong.’
A man who understands the importance of a good nap.
A man who sits in the trenches with you, through the self-injuring, the screaming, the no sleep, the meltdowns, the hard days that turn into hard months and then years, and never leaves. Who looks at forever without running away.
I’d like to see the Tinder profile with all that listed…
**This story was written by KT Swenson and originally appeared on Love What Matters. Follow her journey on Facebook and Instagram.
