What do you bring to the table?

 “What do you bring to the table?”

I AM the table.
I carry the weight of our family’s meals, memories, chaos, and love.
I hold the homework, the late-night talks, the scraped knees, the grocery lists, and the quiet moments no one sees.

But my husband?
He’s the legs.
He’s what keeps me steady when I start to shake.
He holds me up when the weight feels too heavy.
He works hard to give us stability.

We built this together.
Me, the table.
Him, the legs.
And together, we hold up everything that matters.