Ever since we got married, my husband has been diligent in writing love letters for me. Now it’s my turn, as a Father’s Day tribute.
It hit me, why not write about things we don’t like much about raising a child that aren’t widely shared on social media? You know, things that aren’t picture-perfect or Instagram-worthy?
This is the story of how my husband proposed to me. Not only was he not able to ask the question himself, he wasn’t able to put the ring on me, too.
Is there an unwritten rule that you should have the first kiss only after you’ve started dating? If there were, my husband and I have broken it—and without intending to.
I remember it as if it were only yesterday and it has been almost a decade since it happened–it involved him being late.
Because is there really a mother out there who “stays” at home 24 hours a day, seven days a week? Or before one qualifies as a “full-time” mom, is there even a “part-time” one?