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

His simple sentence hit me harder than I expected. My husband, without fanfare or announcement, had been walking Luke into the babysitter’s house each morning. Not because it was required, not because it was convenient, but because it mattered to Luke.

In my mind, the daily drop-off had been just another task checked off a list. But to our son, it was more than that. It was reassurance. It was love. It was his father showing, through action, that he cared enough to take those few extra steps.

I stood there for a moment, stunned, realizing that the “small” moments I overlooked were the ones Luke remembered most.

The Power of Being Present

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