Love Is Not Equal — It’s Intentional

I tell my son that my priorities are simple: his mom, him, and then the dog.

Sometimes the dog jumps a spot—but he knows the order.

And I tell him not to get upset that I put his mom first.

It’s not because I love him less.

It’s because I love her differently—and, yes, a little more.

I have an obligation to love my son.

And I live up to that obligation every single day.

Fully. Consistently. Without hesitation.

He never has to test it.

He never has to wonder if it’s there.

I love him with everything I have.

I give him everything I can.

But my wife is different.

The obligations we have to each other come from commitments we chose—

shared values,

shared goals,

and the responsibility we carry together for our son.

She loves him the way I love him.

So loving her

is loving him more.

Putting her first isn’t a hierarchy of affection.

It’s a structure.

A foundation.

When our bond is strong,

he is stronger.

When we are aligned,

he is protected without being sheltered.

My number one focus in life is that he is capable,

that he is taken care of,

and that he is free.

That’s my job.

And I take it seriously.