2/ My Husband Thought Diapers Were “Women’s Work” — Until Life Proved Him Wrong
I picked up the phone. At 7:45 a.m. the next morning, Walter knocked on our door—older, nervous, holding a coffee I offered over the phone. When Cole came downstairs, groggy and unshaven, he froze. “Dad?” Walter didn’t scold him. He spoke plainly, with regret. “I used to say those same things. That diapers and late…