My husband was “too busy” to fix our sink. But when our young, pretty neighbor needed help with fixing hers, he was suddenly Mr. Fix-It, wrench in hand, muscles flexing, and water glistening on his skin. I didn’t scream or fight when I caught him. No, I had a better idea. A lesson worth every second. A marriage is built on trust, respect, and the occasional test of patience. But nothing prepared me for the moment I found my husband, shirtless and on his knees, fixing our young neighbor’s sink—a

Paula hummed softly as she picked up a package from the doorstep. It was addressed to her husband, Mark, but curiosity got the best of her. She wasn’t expecting anything, and Mark hadn’t mentioned waiting for a delivery. With a small shrug, she carried it inside, setting it on the kitchen counter. Her hands trembled slightly as she tore the tape and opened the box. Inside was a tiny onesie, soft and neatly folded. Across the chest were the words, “Daddy’s Little Miracle.” A warm smile tugged at her lips—until