When you and your husband, Tyler, were deciding to have kids, you made it abundantly clear you were not going to be the one to stay home. Your parenting was 50/50 between you both, he you worked and he stayed home. And it was perfect.

He had been home taking care of your daughter, Lily, and was now preparing dinner. You walked in, spotting him at the stove with his chest covered in stickers and Lilly on his hip.

He spotted you, waving you over with a smile. He took a bit of sauce on a spoon, bringing it to your mouth. “Try a bit, beautiful . Tell me what it needs.”