A Simple Summer Morning That Taught Me the True Meaning of Love

All through that warm season, my husband followed the same routine. Each morning, he would drive our six-year-old son, Luke, to his babysitter’s house on his way to work. It was so ordinary, so expected, that I barely thought about it.

Every now and then, Luke would wave from the driveway or tell me later about the games he played once he arrived. I assumed the trip was just a quick drop-off, nothing more than part of the daily shuffle.

But one Friday morning, things shifted. My husband wasn’t feeling well, and I offered to take Luke myself. I didn’t know it then, but that simple decision would open my eyes in the most unexpected way.

A Moment of Surprise

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