I truly believe that children bring another dimension of love to the reltionship between man and wife; creating that child, watching it being born, and then struggling through the sleepless night, stinky diapers, and celebrating the joys of smiles, rolling over, and walking.
I can't tell you how many times a day I call my husband to tell him about a new accomplishment. The last phone call was to tell my husband that our son walked into childcare at the YMCA without crying and calling "ma ma". And Lainy Ann's first report card . . . . he truly appreciates being kept abreast of all their accomplishments.
We laugh about how our daughter is so much like her mother. And we love each other even more for seeing those traits in our kids. I tease and roll my eyes at my son's dietary choices, what 18 month old likes hot cheetos? The one who is just like his daddy. So I laugh and happily clean off the orange stained fingers after he and daddy share a snack.
Its great having this deeper relationship. I have felt so blessed by my children and what that has made me. But I didn't realize how much it would touch us as a couple.