He's not the same kind of parent, and that's okay. He doesn't always notice when their shoes get too small or that their favorite pajamas don't fit anymore. But he's the one who makes sure there's gas in the car, bills are paid, and food's on the table; so I can notice. He's the steady heartbeat of this family. The calm when I'm chaos. The strength when I'm running on empty. We love them differently, but it all adds up to the same thing... a home built on love. Because parenting isn't meant to look the same. it's meant to work together