"You wash, and I'll dry."
For us, this one simple statement has become much less about a division of labor and more like a mantra for life. He's the rock in our marriage, but he never forgets that rock would be nothing without the roll. And I'm that high wire tight rope walker, who always remembers how lucky she is to have him as her soft place to land. I'm up and I'm down and everywhere in between and he just stays the course, steadily pushing us, moving us further along the journey. He may be dirty dishes and kitchen cabinet doors standing wide open, but I'm three day old glasses of milk on the nightstand.
And for us, it just works. Because at the end of the day, we know we'll fix it all. Together. We're better together. We're stronger together. And together we know we can always count on...
"You wash, and I'll dry.”