4 days in with a 3 year old, a 1 year old, a newborn, a sore mama, and a tired daddy. Morning pillow talk goes like this:
Hubby: "You're a good mom" (after he kisses me on the cheek).
Me: "Thanks. You're a good dad" (my eyes are still closed).
Hubby: "We're good parents. We ain't got it all right. But, we ain't got it all wrong either."
I love how he so eloquently keeps me encouraged:)