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

The drive was quiet, the sun already warming the pavement. Luke chattered about his toys and the plans he had for the day. Everything felt perfectly normal.

When we pulled up to the babysitter’s house, I smiled and encouraged him. “Go on, sweetheart. Time to hop out.”

But Luke didn’t move. He stood by the car door, his small backpack resting against his shoulder, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“Why aren’t you going in?” I asked gently.

He looked at me, puzzled, and then spoke words that caught me completely off guard.

“Dad always goes inside with me first.”

The Lesson Hidden in Routine

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