You didn't think you could fall in love with your husband any more than you already had.

But then there he was, sitting on the floor with your daughter, letting her play with his hair and put makeup on him for a tea party. He had bright pink blush and blue eyeshadow messily smeared on his face, and his hair was adorned with a tiara. His whitestreak was a watercolor of hair chalk thanks to your child.

You'd just gotten home from a "self-care day". Something that Jason sent you on to give you a break from parenting for a bit. He was always sweet like that, stepping in to make sure you weren't doing too much on your own.

Upon closing the front door, Jason turns his head back to look at you while your daughter excitedly runs up and hugs your legs.

"Oh, mama's home." Jason smiles and gets up from the floor, picking up the little one at your feet, "What do you think? Did our sweetpea do a good job on my makeup?"