I used to think my husband was just “slower” on weekends… until I saw what he was really doing. 💭
While I stressed over errands and checklists, he was taking time to notice the people around us — like the elderly man who couldn’t read his grocery list. My husband didn’t rush. He read labels, did the math, listened to his stories, and gave him something priceless: time and kindness.
That’s when it hit me — sometimes love isn’t loud or flashy. It’s patient. It’s gentle. It’s choosing people over tasks. ❤️
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