He consistently pushes the shopping cart.
Whenever we complete our shopping, he opens the truck for me to enter first, then he loads all the bags by himself regardless of the weather. I seat warms and watching him care for us. Its our quite habits.
Do you realize what? Years passed before I could genuinely value being loved in this way.
For an extended period, I was deeply focused on chasing it the kind of romance I observed in films and publications the elaborate displays: bouquets, elegant meals, sweets, unexpected getaways. So I keep feeling let down.
I was so fixated on how love “should” appear that I almost overlooked what was right in front of me: the genuine ways he expresses love.
He rarely brings home some flower, but he calls me daily after work to see if I need anything. He doesn’t purchase chocolates, but if he discovers a plant-based treat or something organic that he believes I’ll enjoy, he picks it up with joy, excited to share it with me.
He’s not a chef he knows how to prepare eggs and toast with butter so forget about romantic dinners. Every Sunday, he brews coffee, puts it in my favorite mug (which he will wash first if it’s dirty), and gives it to me while I am cozy on the couch . No embellishments. Simply love.
He doesn’t plan ahead, yet he endured Broadway shows, toured museums, and explored Hemingway’s home simply because he understands my passion for it. And he has not complained even once.
He has changed diapers during the night. If I’m not satisfied with my order at a restaurant, he’ll change plates silently. He views romantic comedies with me when he would prefer to see action films.
The reality is, blooms fade, candies vanish, and trips conclude. Yet the love that bears? It’s discovered in the small details, expressed over and over.
The reliable type. The calm, normal type. The cozy-throw-on-an-autumn-afternoon type.
Therefore, avoid seeking the most extravagant actions. Seek out the person who guides your cart and reliably remains present.
