My husband, Paul, and I live in a modern world where traditional roles are often questioned. Still, I’ve chosen to be a housewife—not because I can’t work, but because I want to. I take care of our children, manage the house, cook meals, and keep our home warm and steady. Most of my family doesn’t understand why I don’t have a career outside these walls, but what they don’t see is how much joy it gives me to be here.

I love being present for every milestone with our kids—their laughter echoing through the kitchen while I stir dinner, the way their little hands tug at my apron when they want attention, the quiet moments of storytime before bed. I love the look on Paul’s face when he walks through the door after a long day, knowing he’s coming home to a space filled with love, peace, and care.

This isn’t about old-fashioned expectations or being “less than.” It’s about choosing the life that makes me feel whole. For me, happiness is found in the small, daily rhythms of taking care of my husband, my children, and our home.