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

That summer morning taught me something profound: love isn’t always loud or grand. It doesn’t always arrive wrapped in ribbons or shouted from rooftops. More often, it’s found in the quiet, ordinary choices we make each day.

For Luke, walking through that door hand-in-hand with his dad wasn’t small at all. It was everything. It gave him comfort, security, and a sense of being valued.

Since then, I’ve tried to slow down, to notice, to be present. To remember that what may feel routine to us as adults can mean the world to a child.

Because in the end, it’s not the grand vacations or the perfect milestones that children carry with them. It’s the little rituals—the goodnight kiss, the hand at the door, the smile in the morning—that become their anchors.

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