I don't know if I should be sorry or proud of my husband.
Over the weekend, my in-laws came to visit. We all sat around the dinner table when his older sister made a comment about the food I cooked.
Before I could even respond, he looked at her and said, "That's how we like it here.
When you get back home, you can cook yours the way you like it."
The table went silent. I held my breath.
Because standing up to family like that? It's never small, it echoes.
He didn't soften his tone. He simply drew a line, right there, in front of everyone.
And in that moment, I realized my husband isn't just my partner. He's my defender.
I know they'll probably call a family meeting about him later... but me? I'm nothing but proud.
i love february i love valentine's day i love love i love pink and red i love hearts and heart shaped things i love teddy bears i love roses and i love handwritten love letters