Carrie Underwood and husband Mike Fisher make a perfect celebrity couple. The pair tied the knot in 2010 in a dreamy wedding in Georgia.
The winner of the fourth season of American Idol and the Ottawa Senators hockey player at a backstage meet-and-greet following one of her concerts. Carrie’s initial reaction to Mike was “hot, hot, hot.”
Their relationship was challenging at the beginning because Carrie resided in Nashville while Mike lived in Canada at the time.
“I mean, can I make dating more difficult?” the Grammy Award winner once said during an episode of VH1’s Behind the Music. “Let’s get a hockey guy who lives in another country. Awesome.”
The two stayed in touch through phone calls before meeting again in person around three months following their initial meeting.
In her songs, Carrie often sings about heartbreak, but her real love life can’t be any better.
Speaking to People, she once said, “I feel like he is the person I was meant to be with.”
In their 2020 docuseries, Mike and Carrie: God & Country, the songstress and the athlete admitted to facing several highs and lows in their marriage.
“We learn from each other and have spirited discussions about things that we disagree on, but at the end of the day, we love each other very much,” she said in an episode.
However, no matter the challenges, the couple learned how to communicate through their differences.
The couple share two children together, Isaiah, born in 2015, and Jacob, born in 2019.
“I love my role as a mom and wife. In addition to what I get to do onstage, I go to baseball practice,” Carrie shared in a May 2023 interview with Vegas Magazine. “It’s wonderfully ordinary, and I love that. In a lot of ways, I lead a double life. I’m mom at home, and then I fly away to Vegas or to go on tour.”
Of course, when she’s busy touring, she gets a lot of help from Mike who’s taking care of the kids.
Back in 2017, she experienced a fall and broke her wrist. It was a tough period which Carrie says wouldn’t have been able to overcome easily had it not been for her husband.
“He is so levelheaded about everything, and when I was dealing with everything, not just emotionally but hormonally, when you’re going on that roller coaster of pregnant, not pregnant, pregnant, not pregnant, I was probably not very easy to love, to be honest,” she shared with People. “And to have somebody so even-keeled, he was my lifeline, keeping me grounded.”
The couple celebrated their 13th wedding anniversary last year and they are still going strong.
I introduced my five-year-old daughter to the man I’ve been seeing – she yelled the first time she laid eyes on him.
When Jessica introduced her daughter Emma to her boyfriend Alex, she expected a warm welcome. Instead, Emma screamed in terror, convinced by her father’s warnings that Alex was a threat who would take her away forever.
I never imagined it would turn out this way. The sound of my daughter, Emma, screaming for help still rings in my ears. It was supposed to be a happy day, the day I introduced her to Alex, the man I’d been dating for over a year. But instead, it was a disaster.
Alex and I met at a charity event. He was charming and kind, always ready with a smile or a joke. We clicked immediately, and our relationship grew strong. We were serious, and I knew it was time for him to meet the most important person in my life – my daughter.
But I was scared. My divorce from Tom, Emma’s father, had been rough, and I worried about how she’d react to a new man in our lives.
Tom and I had shared custody of Emma. He usually babysat when I was out with Alex. Tom had already met Alex a few times and didn’t seem to have any problems with him. Or so I thought.
I spent days planning the perfect introduction. I made Emma’s favorite brunch – pancakes with strawberries and whipped cream. I even bought a new dress, wanting everything to be perfect. Alex arrived right on time, holding a gift and wearing his most welcoming smile.
“Hey, Alex, come on in,” I greeted him, my voice shaking slightly.
“Thanks, Jess. I’m excited to finally meet Emma,” Alex said, handing me the gift. “I hope she likes this.”
“She will,” I replied, hoping it was true. “Let me go get her.”
I walked to the bottom of the stairs and called out, “Emma, sweetheart, can you come down here for a moment? There’s someone I want you to meet.”
I heard the sound of little feet running down the stairs. As soon as she saw Alex, she stopped dead in her tracks. Her face went pale, and she looked terrified.
“No! Mommy, please, no!” Emma screamed, tears streaming down her face. She ran to me, hiding behind my legs. “Don’t let him take me! Please, Mommy!”
I was stunned. Alex looked as confused as I felt. I knelt down to Emma’s level, trying to calm her down.
“Emma, honey, it’s okay. This is Alex. He’s a friend,” I said softly, stroking her hair.
“No! He’s bad! He will take me away! I don’t want to go!” she sobbed, clinging to me tightly.
“Why do you think he’ll take you away?” I asked, my heart breaking at her fear.
“Daddy said he will! Daddy showed me pictures and told me to run if I ever see him!” Emma cried.
I felt a surge of anger and confusion. Tom had done this? Why would he scare her like that?
Alex knelt down beside me, his face full of concern. “Emma, I’m not going to take you away. I promise. I just want to be your friend,” he said gently.
Emma didn’t respond. She just cried and held on to me tighter. I stood up, holding her in my arms, and turned to Alex.
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