In the blur of busy mornings and daily routines, it’s easy to overlook the quiet acts of love that hold a family together.
We move through the motions, not realizing which small moments leave lasting marks on the hearts of those we care about most.
This story reminds us of the subtle power of being present.
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During the warm summer months, my husband had a routine.
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