When I asked my 11-year-old son to help unload a truckload of dirt for my wife’s garden, he groaned, rolled his eyes, and dragged his hoodie-covered self outside like I’d asked him to climb Everest.
“Why do we have to do this?” he asked.
My answer?
“When you love someone, you serve them.”
He didn’t love that. But he grabbed a shovel anyway.
The next day, without being asked, he did it again — this time for his mom. Quietly. Willingly.
And when she asked why?
He said:
“Because I love you.”
That’s when I realized…
Love isn’t loud. It’s not perfect.
It’s dirt under your nails, a sigh, a shovel in hand — and showing up anyway.
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